"Regardless of the proper way to address the relation, you still want me to call you by your first name?"
It was Zoemi's turn to smile as he made sure.
"Considering your seniority and the social status, that is indeed quite a stretch on my part, my lord..."
"No, no – that is not what I meant."
Devios flinched and hurriedly lowered his head with a worried expression, but that only made Zoemi shake his head and put his hand on the other boy's shoulder.
"I am happy with the first name basis. But about your original purpose, my father is still out of commission so the actual talk will have to wait a little bit – you are also participating in the tournament, so..."
"Oh, the tournament? Don't bother yourself with worrying about me – since you are representing the Victureo family, there is no reason for me to participate any longer."
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