Flicking my gaze towards the initiator of the sudden interruption, my eyes widened.
"Though he may only be an attendant, all servants belonging under the Archducal household are taught to value class and refinement."
Rising from her seat and folding her arms, Lucretia took bold steps toward the Protagonist, a warped expression on her face that displayed plainly just how repulsed she seemed.
"Enki, in particular, is the attendant of none other than myself, the household's Young Mistress. He wishes naught to take the hand of one born from filth, and especially not one so terribly, awfully, ludicrously, irredeemably and irrevocably shameless such as yourself."
Halting her feet inches in front of the other, Lucretia unfolded her delicate arms, veiled behind the long, silken opera gloves that matched hues with her hair.
And, with a single, slender finger, she poked the Protagonist's forehead.
