"It's a pleasure to meet you," Xion tilted his head in their direction and nodded politely.
Although his voice was calm, the twinge of fatigue was evident.
"I apologize for not being able to get up and greet you properly, but as circumstances have it, I…"
He gave the sleeping boy in his lap a gentle pat on the head, smiling in that helpless way of his.
"I can't get up for now."
[Host, just cut the crap. You're their lord. Why would you need to stand up and greet them?]
The system's dry voice rang in his mind, as blunt as ever.
Apparently, Lady Bianca — already a shameless admirer of Xion — and Lady Rubina Claude — knight of the grand order, famed for fending off every one of Silas Valari's unwanted advances — seemed to share the sentiment.
The sentiment of being an admirer of Xion.
"Oh, no, Your Grace, please don't trouble yourself," Bianca said quickly, her voice as warm and smooth as sunlight and silk.
"We're just glad you thought of us."
