[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom]
[Pulchritudo]
The man approaching them was impossible to mistake for anything other than a member of the upper class.
He was portly, carrying himself with the confidence of someone who had spent his entire life surrounded by comfort and privilege. His thin blonde hair was slicked back neatly, not a strand out of place, and his dull brown eyes held the expression of someone accustomed to being listened to.
He wore a carefully tailored black coat and matching shirt, decorated with a formal frill at the collar that gave him an old-fashioned look. His slacks were perfectly fitted, and his high dress shoes clicked lightly against the stone streets as he approached.
Everything about him suggested nobility.
The clothing, posture, and movements.
Yet the reason behind his approach was immediately obvious.
At least to Robert.
The moment the man's eyes landed on Mikoto, they remained there.
Not on the armor or whoever was accompanying him.
