Emil slightly lowered his eyes, the thick curly eyelashes characteristic of Westerners fanning like little fans, a hint of hesitation flashed across his face, and then he spoke decisively: "Alright then! When I grow up, I'll come to your country to marry your daughter."
"Huh?" Nan Fei was stunned, "You... you, what did you just say? I was just speaking metaphorically."
"But I'm serious, the men of the Kannaya Royal Family may all be bastards, but we have a fine tradition of keeping our word."
Nan Fei chuckled, what fine tradition, turns out this shitty royal family actually has something good.
"I've made a promise to you, I'll definitely keep it."
"No, no, no." Nan Fei quickly waved her hand, "I didn't ask you to promise me, really, you shouldn't take it seriously."
