"Hello, Augustine, Your Highness."
Facing Prince Lanno's slightly appraising gaze, Anvis wore the same standard aristocratic smile. He placed his right hand over his chest and gave a slight bow, his impeccable courtesy carrying a faint sense of distance.
To say something slightly presumptuous, in terms of status alone, he was not much inferior to a prince.
"I regret that I was unable to formally submit a written request to you and had to meet you in this manner."
"However, I am here this time solely on my own behalf. So during our conversation, you may simply address me as Anvis—"
Straightening again, Anvis spoke while appraising one of the future Three Princes.
Unlike the shrewd and calculating Seventh Prince Viller, Prince Lanno, who had only just reached the age to enroll, possessed a youthful and delicate appearance, seeming rather inexperienced in worldly affairs.
Of course, anyone who underestimated him because of that would sooner or later suffer a terrible loss at his hands.
"Very well, Anvis, Your Excellency. Then please sit. I see no need for us to converse while standing."
Prince Lanno nodded readily and gestured toward the sofas in the reception room.
"At Pamir Academy, I am not a prince either. So you may simply call me Lanno as well."
As the two took their seats, Anvis lightly inhaled the fragrance drifting through the reception room.
It was a crisp scent like mountain snowflakes, carrying a faint aura of ice-elemental energy. Judging from the smell, it should have been the fragrance of burning Silver Snow Leaves.
"That is Silver Snow Scent, made with the seventh pure-silver leaf of century-old Silver Snow Grass as its main ingredient. If you like it, I can give you some when you leave.
"As for drinks, there is Moon Radiance Berry Juice