"Don't you think you were a little TOO risky, boy?"
A familiar man, similar in height to Xenos, complained from his desk.
The voice came before the door to his office had even closed.
"Awww… are you worried about me, Father~?"
And indeed, that man was his father, Veynar.
Xenos had come here straight after hearing about the Colosseum Game.
He had a few things to talk about and a few things to confirm.
"I'm worried about the House name."
Veynar straightened his robes, which were neat as ever, and steepled his hands.
He wore the same expression as last time, a tired disapproval that made him look like he'd been scolding Xenos since birth, which… wasn't entirely wrong.
A 'look' that had Xenos lean on the doorway with a grin.
"Hm, really?"
"Yes."
Veynar sighed and looked down.
"You seem to be working very hard to erase it."
"Well..."
Xenos stepped in, his boots dirtying the polished floor.
"You'll be happy to hear that I've already started on that."
