"An... Hy, Hydral—"
"You're looking a bit bedraggled, Princess Suellen."
Before Diana could finish speaking in terror, Ansel interrupted, addressing Suellen as "Princess."
— Proclaiming the legitimacy of the girl who had just been wantonly humiliated and tormented by Diana.
"...Pardon my appearance, Master."
Without facing Ansel directly, Suellen's words were astonishing.
"Hmm… mind your words, Princess Suellen."
The young Hydral took a step back, his expression serious and stern: "How could I ever disgrace a member of the royal family?"
With trembling hands, Suellen lifted her skirt to wipe her face vigorously, trying to remove the filth, then smiled at Ansel: "Apologies, Mr. Ansel, I was a bit disoriented and thought of a dream I had last night."
"A dream?"
"Yes, a very, very joyous dream."