Mors and Danton
I asked Kathe as she played with Grulf.
Kathe. Have you introduced Mors to Danton yet?”
“Oh, not yet.”
And then I turned to Mors.
“Please follow me. I would like to introduce you to Sir Danton Woolcott.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
As I started to walk, Mors called me with an apologetic voice.
“Um, Mister Locke.”
“What is it?”
“It’s probably very insolent of me to even ask this of you, but…”
Then he asked me to talk to him more casually.
“Ah, but you are my instructor now, Mister Mors…”
When I said this, Kathe opened her mouth and let out a boisterous laugh.
“But you don’t talk to me like that. And I am the ruler of the wind dragons. So it’s no surprise that Mors would feel awkward. Don’t you think?”
“Yes. Besides, the water dragons see you as a great hero, Locke.”
Mors heard this and declared in an enthusiastic voice.
“It’s not an exaggeration at all!”
Kathe grinned and said,
“I suppose so. In any case, I think they’ll be very angry with Mors when they find out he’s been forcing you to speak to him like this.”
“I don’t think so.”
“…Yes. They definitely will.”
Mors agreed quietly. But then he quickly added,
“But! Mister Locke, you must, of course, use whatever you are comfortable with!”
If Mors would get in trouble because of it, then I suppose I could change the way I talked to him.
“In that case, I will be less respectful.”
“Thank you. I hope it’s not a problem?”
Mors said apologetically.
“No, it’s obviously much easier.”
Mors said with visible relief.
And then we headed for Danton’s room.
Grulf led the way as if it were the most natural thing. His tail proudly pointed upwards.
“Grulf, you want to lead us?”
I had an idea where Danton was.
He was likely in the chief’s room.
Grulf sniffed the air and advanced slowly.