"Greetings, esteemed Prince Augustine."
Facing Prince Lanno's scrutinizing gaze, Anvis likewise offered a standard noble's smile, hand to chest, with a slight bow, his politeness tinged with a faint air of detachment.
It might be slightly presumptuous to say, but in terms of identity, he is hardly inferior to a prince.
"I regret that we meet in this manner instead of my presenting a formal written request."
"However, I am here merely representing my own will. Therefore, during our conversation, feel free to address me simply as Anvis—"
Straightening his posture, Anvis continued, while sizing up this future one of the three kings.
Unlike the calculative demeanor of Prince Ville, the Seventh Prince, the young and delicate-looking Lanno, who had just reached the age of admission, seemed inexperienced in the ways of the world.
Of course, underestimating him due to this appearance would surely result in a harsh lesson.
