Marco looked away as if he were embarrassed to be the youngest. Though, truth be told, the one-year difference between them wasn't that big of a deal. Even so, it unsettled Mitsuki, who squirmed in place in embarrassment, chewing his meat as if it were somehow his fault.
'I can't believe someone younger than me gave me an anxiety attack! How pathetic am I?! God! Just swallow me up already!'
He covered his face with both hands to hide his shame, but Azel and Monar smiled when they saw him. Marco, on the other hand, chose not to get too involved in the conversation. He kept eating in silence without intervening while those two took it upon themselves to overwhelm the porter.
"Anyway, age isn't an obstacle when it comes to making friends," said the dark elf. His words clearly referred to what he had told Mitsuki earlier that afternoon. "Nor is race… nor status…"
"That's the spirit, old elf," Azel added, gazing at the stars. "The real treasure is the friends we make along the way."
