Lance was protective of those close to him.
Having had a few encounters with Lance before, he only knew that Lance could paint, was daring, a wild character, and was the young master of Blue Moon Perfume.
Upon meeting again today, he found out that Lance was not merely the young master of Blue Moon Perfume, but its founder, and had been alive... much longer than he had imagined.
Andre was an ancient from over two thousand years ago, and Lance... was actually Andre's teacher, a two-thousand-year-old freak.
For his student... he dared to confront the Valkyrie Temple directly, even provoking them verbally, and when necessary, he might even dare to silence their knights.
The demon that came from another realm said it wanted to stew the young dragon it was nurturing, but in the end... the demon willingly entered the pot...
It might even have to lie in the steamer...
Protective.
Extremely protective.
"Lord Steven, does Lord Lance... really want to steam and eat that demon?"
