"M-Master Herbon? I think you might be mistaken, guards," Auren said, blinking in confusion after hearing them address him by a title he didn't expect.
The butler stepped forward with perfect posture.
He was tall, silver-haired, and carried the scent of polished oak and clean linen.
"Now that you are a verified member of the Blue Bound, we are all required to address you as Master Herbon," he explained, clearing his throat politely.
"It is our formal code, and a direct mandate from Lady Alyssa herself. Please, get used to it."
"I see," Auren said after a short pause, trying to hide his awkward smile.
"Well, you're all doing a great job maintaining the headquarters. It's spotless here."
"It is our pleasure to be of your service, Master," the butler replied. "By the way, you have yet to dine, have you? The kitchen has already prepared your meal."
"Now that you mention it," Auren said, rubbing his stomach, "I haven't had a bite since afternoon."
"Then please, follow me."
