What Is A King?

"PRINCIPAL AMON?!"

Ragnar's scream resounded in the tent as he clocked in on the black-haired man before them.

Tsk…

"Rag, calm before I crush your neck again."

Emir 'politely' asked his brother to lower his voice.

"O-Okay."

And he immediately complied… 

'Now then… There's our surprise~.'

It certainly wasn't because he was afraid. 

"Welcome, welcome; it's nice to see those similar to me in position interacting with our youths."

Emir tapped Ragnar's shoulders, then went ahead to greet the principal.

His right hand hovered over his second heart as he gave a short bow.

"Thank you for the warm welcome, Principal Amon."

Ragnar quickly copied Emir's actions while stumbling over his words:

"Thanks, warm welcome, Amon, Principal."

Amon chuckled and gestured for them to join him.

"Please, stand. There's no reason to be so stiff."