Alvara blinked trying to process my words then understanding them she narrowed her eyes. "Y–Your human jokes are despicable!"
She snapped, pushing herself up from her seat.
I reacted instinctively, reaching out and grasping her arm before she could step away.
"I deeply apologize, Your Racist Highness," I said teasingly.
Not long ago, she would have torn me apart for touching her, especially since she wasn't wearing her arm gloves today. But she didn't.
Instead, she stiffened and averted her gaze, raising her umbrella slightly to shield her face.
"Let go…" She muttered meekly.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
Her brows furrowed. "What?"
I "In a month, I'll be gone. The Heads banished me. I won't be coming back."
"Eh?!" Bryelle gasped, turning to me in shock. "B–But you can still come to Vanadias, right? Mother didn't ban you!"
