Facing Hayna stood an elderly elf, thin and tall in a butler's uniform.,Mingming, the old sprite, was walking ahead of him, but the elder's voice, which had softened considerably, rang precisely in his ear: "But what has been promised to others must be kept. When an appointment is made, it should be kept at that time. Neither early nor late. Yes, perhaps the consequences of breaking rules in school are not so severe, but there are no Lion-Gryphon Knights patrolling the streets in school, nor lawyers armed with knights who check the tax accounts of companies on a regular basis - there's no inspector like you who can directly arrest suspicious individuals.",He was clad in pure white fleece pajamas, looking as if he had just stepped out of the bath. His silken blond hair caught the warm glow of the hearth fire. He sat quietly and intently reading by the fire, his delicate features holding a gentle expression… reminding her of a poet, with the flames rising in their home fireplace.。