[Everything turned out okay, no? You found yourself a master to teach you the way of the sword, while I'll specialise in the women front... Besides, I'm a harem system, not a sword system]
'But Uncle Dorian isn't even a proper swordmaster,' he complained.
[What does it matter? He's still much better than you at wielding a sword. Besides, beggars can't be choosers]
"Tch." Elion clicked his tongue, but Nora seemed to think his displeasure was directed at her. She flinched, her face flushing furiously beneath his gaze.
'In any case, we got sidetracked. You've always said I should get as many women as possible to farm points, and now you're telling me to avoid this one. Why her in particular? You've never objected to anyone before now. Not that I have any intention of chasing after her, of course.'
[There's a limit to everything, host. Her affection for you borders on absurd fanaticism. It shouldn't even be possible for that value to be so high.]
