“Is that unacceptable?”
“…I understand.”
Surprised at the request, Suimei hesitated for a moment heeding the plea and raising his head.
His expression, however, was still somewhat stiff.
At this, the King opted not to jump right into the main topic, but instead asked about his clothing.
“Suimei-dono, what is this clothing you have on? You don’t wear this normally.”
“That is correct. This is something I’ve brought with me from our world. Originally, it was something I kept in my bag, one of the very few items I have with me.”
“The style seems rather different from Hero-dono’s.”
“In our world, it’s considered formal wear, and is worn on occasions such as this.”
His words caused the King to again consider the clothing Suimei now wore. The jet black material was entirely uncreased and the inner lace lining ran to the neck. The stark contrast drawn by the two reinforced the feeling of an elegant design.
“Hmm. It fits you rather well.”
“Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty.”
As Suimei replied, he adjusted his collar and sleeves without shifting his posture. This action brought with it a familiarity that erased his former stiffness. Suddenly, as if remembering something of importance, he bowed his head.
“Although this comes rather late, but please allow me to apologize for my rudeness these last few days.”
A truly respectful apology.