Lanci knows that Hans is joking with him, and responds.
"He must be learning from me then; after watching me work for so long, he's learned to imitate me."
Hans walked to the front of the car, opened the driver's door, and said.
"Can't deny that."
While working for the Baptiste family, Lanci had indeed been learning from the family butler, Hans.
It's just that Talia said his imitation was somewhat off.
Once they were in the car, the long-awaited journey to Ichrite began.
The winter morning sun brought with it a pleasant feeling, making the city-state especially beautiful.
Not long after setting off, in the distance, the brick-red walls, sharp peaked roofs, and the tulips and calla lilies in the Royal Botanical Garden came into view. Even from afar, they emitted the rich fragrance of an expansive sea of flowers.
"Wow, is this really Ichrite?"
