"I didn't expect the Field Marshal of the Central Government to come to pick us up personally," Siri said with a smile. "It seems like he's treating this matter seriously."
Princess Aracelle made no comments in response. She couldn't care less about who was picking her up since it wasn't Zion anyway. All that mattered was that she'd be escorted to Casimir City safely.
Cristopher, Colbert, and the other officers of the 69th Battalion had also come, diminishing the anxiety Siri felt. They were Zion's people, and she was sure she could trust them.
"I believe this is the first time that we're meeting, Your Highness," Tristan greeted Princess Aracelle warmly.
"Indeed," Princess Aracelle replied. "Well met, Mr. Tristan Summers."
Truth be told, Princess Aracelle wasn't the least bit intimidated by the Throne standing in front of her.
As a Princess, she'd been repeatedly exposed to the presence of a Peak Majin Emperor, who could easily pinch Tristan to death.
