"W-What happened?! Is everything alright?" Ren asked hesitantly, fearing something had gone wrong with the High Priests—or worse, that someone had noticed him. He quickly pulled the curtains shut, just in case.
Zayden sighed and set Eiran on the seat across from him and Ren.
The servant had shifted his own seat, yet it didn't matter—he still found himself beside the General.
"Did I say something wrong?" Eiran blinked, wide-eyed, trying to understand why Zayden reacted the way he did.
"What did he do?" Ren asked, glancing at Zayden, who didn't look pleased.
"He needs to watch what he says," Zayden muttered with another sigh.
"He is a child," Ren frowned. "You cannot expect him to understand—"
"He's received etiquette lessons, hasn't he? By now, he should know how to—"
Ren narrowed his eyes and, with a soft hmph, leaned over to cover Eiran's eyes.
"W-What are you doing?" Zayden asked.
"You should not scold him like this. You just need to explain why what he did was wrong."
