"Good evening, Lord Malin."
The young girl getting into the carriage had silver-grey long hair, and her owner of golden pupils smiled at Malin.
"Good evening, Princess."
Malin had to stand up—although as a red-robed Assistant Priest, he did not need to face secular royal power, he had to show sufficient respect for a brave merchandise like her.
This last member of the Farole royal family seemed to be walking in her own home, and even Spotty's warning growls couldn't stop her from smiling and squatting down to caress the cub.
Malin didn't even want to stop Spotty's attack, but her Attendants seemed to be oblivious to their master's actions until Malin noticed Spotty gradually relaxing its vigilance.
Hmm, it seems the Princess is not satisfied with just being merchandise; she must possess an animal affinity or Transcendental abilities.
