"Yes, it's been a year." Catherine looked Horn up and down, "You haven't grown taller, but your hat sure has gotten higher."
"Haha, my height can stay the same forever," Horn laughed, "but your age is like the wheels of history rolling forward."
"You're almost thirty too, I was born in 1415, older by a lot, no?"
"Born in the Imperial Calendar year 1415, that's quite open..."
Watching the friendly exchange between Horn and Catherine, little Pierre couldn't help but tug on Armand's sleeve.
"Hmm?"
"Lady Catherine and His Highness the Saint's Grandson, are they..." little Pierre mumbled, hardly believing his ears.
"They're always like this, it's nothing, just bantering," Armand replied with a smile, "That joke about the hat, Lady Catherine prepared it all night."
The whispered conversation was quickly noticed by Horn, who left the slightly flustered Catherine to approach the group.
"Are you the Saint Father's Association representatives from various places?"
