Page | 12 “I’m Eris Greyrat!” By this point, Eris was shooting eager glances at the castle. Picking up on her enthusiasm, Sylvaril led the way forward, taking her on a kind of guided tour. The rest of us followed behind, watching them while smiling. Eventually, our party arrived at the audience hall. “Ah, there you are.” Just like the last time, we found Perugius leaning in his tall chair with a haughty expression and his loyal spirits at his side. We were mainly stopping by today to pay our respects. Ariel took a graceful step forward, ready to deliver some formal spiel. But before she could get a word out, Eris broke from the group and strode right up to the master of the castle. “And who are you supposed to be?” Perugius asked, sizing her up with a glance. I had a vision of Eris leaping forward to take a swing at him, and a chill ran down my spine. The man was more indulgent than you’d expect, but that didn’t mean he would tolerate that kind of disrespect. As I stepped forward to intervene, however, Eris abruptly dropped to one knee. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir. I’m Eris Greyrat, who recently became Rudeus’ wife. Thank you for your hospitality.” I stopped in my tracks and blinked in surprise. “Ah. I am Perugius Dola, known as the Armored Dragon King. I know of you, Eris Greyrat. You’re the so-called Berserker Sword King who challenged Orsted himself, yes?” “It’s nothing worth boasting of, sir, but I am.” “Hm…”