'Of course~.'
Even now, after an entire day of Colosseum Game viewing, Selvara looked... perfect? Yes, 'perfect' as in symmetrical, from the way she styled her hair to the way she wore her clothes.
And speaking of, she was dressed in an immaculate silver-and-black dress, the crest of the Disciple Chief pinned proudly to her chest, which stood for this stratum's student council.
This before him was "the perfect daughter," or so his mother liked to call her right in front of him nearly every time she could.
The one person who made the past Xenos inferior by simply existing.
His brother tried to do that, but he wasn't exactly... smart.
"Congratulations on your victory."
She smiled faintly.
"It's quite the performance you put on in the Colosseum, matching even its founder."
"Yes, I do my best."
Xenos pocketed the slip into his inventory.
"You didn't have to come all the way here, though. I know it's..."
He grinned.
"Awkward."
