Lucius, still reeling from the sight, clasped his hands together, his voice a fervent whisper.
"Master, you're...You're incredible! Hugging him like that? You've got a heart as big as Lady Vivi's!" He paused, then added with a grin. "Though I'll never let you live down that 'washing your own shit' line, pure poetry I would say!"
The senior maid, her shock giving way to a reluctant smile, shook her head. "Young Master, you're a scandal waiting to happen." She murmured, but her tone was warm, her respect for him deepened by his actions.
The old man stepped back, his face glowing with gratitude, his voice hoarse but steady. "My lord...My lady...I never thought I'd see the day."
"...You're both like my Lila—hearts that don't judge, that see past the dirt. I'll carry this moment with me, always."
