"Please have a seat, there aren't many rules here, we're all just discussing among ourselves as friends at a gathering, feel free to relax."
The group settled in the castle's guest hall under the Little Prince's invitation.
The cartoon-themed room, like a children's chamber, was decorated with sweets, candies, tea, coffee, and juices, resembling a tea party.
There was no hint of the solemn atmosphere of a meeting among a group of Fifth Order High Sequence figures, whose words could determine countless life or death, rise or fall.
Byron also went along with the casual atmosphere, temporarily setting aside the weight of his military jacket and the "adult" responsibilities, accepting a glass of lemon honey water offered by a palm-sized Flower Fairy.
He relaxed his spear-straight spine slightly, leaning back against the soft sofa cushion.
