Mephit's status afterward could be described with a certain classic phrase.
A Knight Apprentice, full of vim and vigor!
Westheid couldn't help but twirl a strand of the young woman's hair by her ear and praise her, "Not bad. You have quite the aptitude, for a beginner."
"Thank you for your guidance and acknowledgement."
Mephit knelt piously, bowing her head and beseeching him:
"My lord, please brand me with your mark to display my loyalty!"
'A beautiful, aloof, and wild Grand Knight, happily acting like a total sycophant...'
'Is this the legendary "Defeat CG"?'
Westheid had always had a tendency to abuse his Charm. He couldn't help it; after so many "public exchanges," it had become instinct.
But usually, Westheid was the one to proactively seek out targets. It was rare to find someone like Mephit who threw herself at him before he had even begun his "conquest."
To be honest, Westheid was quite satisfied to have her served up to him like this.
