"Hero?"
Hearing the Emperor's words, the godfather merely scoffed, "There's no need for that."
"...Why?"
The Emperor could tell that it wasn't a scoff meant in malice.
Unlike others in the Lower City District, the godfather did not regard the existence of a "hero" as a Director's dog.
He didn't immediately answer the Emperor, but instead found a place to sit down.
As if he were the host, the godfather gestured to the sofa opposite him, "Take a seat, Emperor.
"I've already said, we're in for a long conversation...don't be so formal. You're already an old man, don't wear yourself out."
"Are you mocking me, godfather?"
The Emperor sat opposite the godfather, hands resting on his knees, like an old Emperor Penguin akin to a stone lion, sitting erect and dignified.
Watching the Emperor finally take a seat opposite him, the godfather's lips slightly curled upward, and he crossed his legs, leaning comfortably back against the soft sofa.