As soon as they entered the private reception room, Owen offered Gin an apologetic bow.
"I must apologize for today. The elders of my family have never acted like that before."
"It's fine. Honestly, I found it rather entertaining," Gin responded, his tone relaxed.
He truly meant it.
How often did one have the chance to experience such a spectacle? Throughout the conversation with the Owen elders, a hidden force had continuously tested the magical barrier encasing his body.
Gin found it unexpectedly enjoyable to both fend off those subtle probes and maintain a polite discussion at the same time.
The content of the conversation had also intrigued him. The entire affair had been driven by their concern for Owen.
Gin didn't know what the elders ultimately decided,
but he could make an educated guess.
'They'll probably watch me even more closely from now on,' he mused.
While Gin pondered this, Owen returned holding a finely crafted box.
