"W-w-what nonsense are you talking about?!?" A deep blush crept onto Anastasia's face, her composure cracking under the unexpected remark. "I-it's not—! I-I-I'm not—!"
"Ahahaha~! Oh my, your face is as red as your hair now, my lord," the female adventurer continued her teasing, further delighting in the blushing lord's flustered state. "I'm just kidding, my lord~. You don't have to be so uptight about it."
"Miss Adventurer," Sebas interjected, his voice calm yet firm, "I would kindly ask that you refrain from troubling my mistress with such playful remarks."
His words, polite as they were, held a subtle weight—one that only deepened Anastasia's embarrassment.
Anastasia took a sharp breath, forcing herself to regain what little remained of her scattered composure. "E-exactly! Such jokes are highly improper, Miss Vivi! Master and servant r-r-relationships... s-such nonsense!!!"
