Hazuki squatted lazily in the doorway, one elbow on his knee, the other hand casually digging at his nose like he didn't give a damn about the noble entourage standing before him.
He stared at them.
Flat expression.
Dead eyes.
Like they were weeds blocking his view.
"First of all… it's a pain in the ass."
He flicked whatever was on his finger toward the grass.
"Second…" he yawned. Loudly. "You disturbed my sleep."
The butler's face twitched.
Hazuki kept going.
"Third… I hate parties. I hate—" he waved his hand vaguely in the air.
"—all that stupid bowing, smiling, and fake polite talking. What do you call it again…?"
He looked at Kisha.
"Formal crap?"
Kisha hesitated.
"...Etiquette?"
"Yeah. That." Hazuki pointed at her like she nailed a quiz question.
"I hate it."
He turned back to the butler.
"Besides." He yawned again, rubbing his eye.
"They won't even recognize me. I'm not ranked. I'm not noble. I'm just a guy who punched monsters because they pissed me off."
