The creaking of the old door accompanied its hesitant opening. As her father emerged, his gaze lowered to the ground upon seeing Diego, who stood almost as tall as the door, grinning broadly.
With an impassive expression, Lotan, who had been observing the scene, nodded and gestured toward a seat.
"Please, sit here."
It was positioned between Lotan and Diego, with Lotan having shifted one seat over to accommodate. Of course, this adjustment wasn't made out of consideration.
Across from them, Michele leaned her chin on her hand, casting a sharp glance. Senon, seated next to Michele, remained silent, but his subtle contempt and discomfort were evident in his expression.
'They weren't like this before.'
The knights had always harbored disdain toward Eileen's father. Even Eileen's mother hadn't been particularly well-liked, but as the Prince's nanny, she had always been treated with respect.
