“Um, Miss. I’m sorry, but because we are only carrying large currency, the village inn won’t accept the money. So we need to go to a market that our village deals with to exchange money,” Lancelot said with an apologetic face to the calmed down Leisha.

Leisha felt ashamed and said, “No, I’m the one who is sorry. Ok, I’m getting uncomfortable so let’s stop. I was being childish.” Then she added. “Also, don’t call me Miss. I don’t want to be called Miss by my younger brother’s friend.”

“Then what should I~”

“Just call me Noona. Leisha Noona. Try it.”[1]

Lancelot looked perplexed. “How can I~”

“What are you so hesitant for, you call Den, Den.”

“That’s because Den is Den~”

To Lancelot, Denburg was a close friend and an object of admiration. Leisha laughed and tousled the diplomat’s hair.

“I’ll say Lan too? You said Den calls you Lan, right?”

Seeing him nod, she also nodded. “I’ll call Lan too, so you also just relax and call me Noona. Got it, Lan?”

“Yes.  Le-Leisha Noona~”

Seeing that he was embarrassed and flushed, she hugged him. “Ah! So cute. It would have been nice if someone cute like you were my younger brother instead of Den whose outside doesn’t match the inside.”

“That,...