In the dead of night, at the conclusion of his conversation with Felmenia, the King heard the door to his audience room swing open.
The one entering was Yakagi Suimei, the friend of the Hero and the one Felmenia had explained to be a mage from another world.
This ordinary-looking boy from another world bowed at the entrance, and then slowly approached.
Although the impression he gave off was identical to the one he’d felt from Suimei when they’d first met in this same room, he was now attired in clothing that the King had never seen before. This clothing was uniformly pitch black, and elegantly designed: clearly of the highest quality.
Visibly unaccustomed to such situations, Suimei’s posture was a bit stiff as he kneeled before the King.
“As summoned, I have come before you, Your Majesty.”
“Thank you for answering my summons despite the late hour. Your formality in presenting yourself is appreciated, but tonight, it’s just the two of us. There’s no need to be so formal. Please relax.”
“…”