Hearing his wife's words, Velin finally understood.
What puzzled him, however, was why this prince had called him Uncle from the very start.
There seemed to be no need to simply curry favor with him.
The Ex Family did not involve itself in disputes over the royal succession. That was a hard line. Even if this prince knelt and begged to become his godson, he would never agree to such a thing.
"Uncle Velin, Aunt Xuemiyya, my name is Valient. If you do not like being addressed this way, I can..."
"That way of addressing us is quite nice." Velin waved a hand and said, "Setting status aside, hearing you call me that actually makes me rather happy."
Hearing Velin's words, Xuemiyya rolled her eyes at him but did not object, tacitly accepting Valient's form of address.
Seeing that Velin and Xuemiyya had accepted how he addressed them, Valient turned to face the others and said, "Uncle, Aunt, Lord Isis, Lady Aisilia, please sit."
Watching this scene, Velin slightly tilted his head toward his elder brother, as though saying, You seem to be the host here.
In response to Velin's gaze, Isis merely smiled and gave him a look, telling him to figure it out himself. Then he took Aisilia's hand and led her to the round table. He pulled out a chair for his wife, waited for her to sit, and only then took his own seat.
My brother must have reached some sort of agreement with Valient. I wonder what it is.
Still puzzled, Velin took Xuemiyya's hand and sat down at the round table.
"Two captains of the guard, you may leave first."
The two Soul Intent High-level Knights bowed silently and withdrew from the hall.
Seeing this, Isis also waved to the two Soul Intent rank