Everyone in the room was flabbergasted.
Just a moment ago, they'd all been quietly admiring Cassius's entrance.
The calm stride, the elegance of his crisp white shirt, and the effortless authority that seemed to radiate from him even when he said nothing.
But now, all that admiration shattered into confusion as they stared at the utterly bizarre sight before them: their noble host standing tall and stoic, with a tearful butler clinging to his back like a desperate koala.
For a few seconds, there was only silence. Then, the whispers began.
"...Is he crying?" One of the younger nuns muttered.
"Why is he on his back?" Another whispered back.
"Is this...normal behavior in noble households?"
Even Aqua, who moments ago had been glowing with joy at the sight of her brother, was now blinking repeatedly, trying to make sense of the scene.
Lucius, however, was completely oblivious to the growing bewilderment around him. His tears streamed freely as he wailed.
