"No... Anvis, I'm not here for that this time."
But there was something peculiar about Harvey's expression at the moment, his hands clutching the hem of his magic robe, his look one of four parts awkwardness, three parts shyness, and two parts hesitation.
"Is that so? Then what do you need to see me for all of a sudden?"
Glancing at Harvey, who was flying alongside him, Anvis spoke in an even tone.
"That... I..."
Harvey opened his mouth and twisted the white gloves on his hands that had become somewhat damp from sweat, yet he continued to hesitate.
Anvis stayed silent, simply turning his head to look forward, letting the floating disc fly automatically to its destination.
Today, Lanno, the Ninth Prince, had unusually invited him to have lunch together, apparently, with something to discuss.
Finally, as the two were about to arrive at the upper terrace of the Tower Restaurant, Harvey made up his mind.
"Anvis, I think I'm in love!"
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