Perhaps the commotion from Hessin and the others was too much, for the old man stirred and opened his eyes.
He seemed to notice something, but his blurry vision forced him to squint.
Hessin immediately felt a pair of hands cup his face.
"Such a fair maiden."
"Hey, hey, hey! Old man, what do you think you're doing? I'm a man!" Hessin cried out.
"English? No wonder you're so ugly."
Lanfrank shook his head and hastily let go.
"Archbishop..."
Robert immediately stepped forward.
Yet his face, too, was cupped in the old man's hands.
"Such an ugly maiden."
"Archbishop, it is I, Robert."
Lanfrank was a fair bit taller than Robert, which Robert found rather humiliating.
"Robert? Ah, so it is you. It's been a long time. You've gotten much more handsome."
Lanfrank sheepishly released his hands.
He then looked past Robert, his gaze falling upon the person at Robert's side—Eric.
As usual, Eric was dressed as a Cultivator, an appearance that lowered his perceived threat.
