Forging Ties

"I'm so terribly sorry for my daughter's behavior, Mordred. She can be a handful at times!"

It was no surprise that the commotion that Serah created—no matter how brief—would garner the attention of the grownups.

The party was out on instant hold as the respective parents of Serah and Neron rushed to the scene.

They saw potholes and debris around, but none of them were surprised by the sight. The ruined garden that marred the pristine beauty of the estate was of no concern to them.

What was most important were their kids.

"Why weren't you with her, woman? You know full well how Serah can be!"

Despite Duke Philius' intense tone, his face did not contain worry, but rather a strange form of tenderness.

"This girl… haaa… I apologize."

The small crowd of nobles that had gathered were quickly shooed away by the commanding declaration of Duke Philius Crimson himself.