Part 295: Maribelle C

The tea is ready, Ricken.

...Mmm, that's good. Thanks, Maribelle.

It's the least I can do after you saved me from those Plegian scoundrels, dear boy. A single cup of tea will scarce repay the debt I owe you!

Aw, you don't owe me.

Ha! Without you, tea would be leaking from sword holes on every side of me! This debt must be paid, especially as we're both members of Ylisse's old high houses. We may not be as close now as in ages past, but we're peers nonetheless. If I can ever be of help, you need but ask.

Th-that's...

Whatever is the matter, dear?

I'm just surprised to hear you say so, is all.

Come now! You saved my life! Surely you don't think me the sort to forget a debt?

No, not that! The part about our houses.

My house isn't like it used to be. ...Actually, we're dead broke.

Ah, yes. That. Well, the recent financial struggles of your house are hardly-

I was just surprised to hear you call us peers. That's all. Plus, look at me! I'm hardly an aristocrat.

And what else could you be, mmm? A noble's honor isn't measured by size of purse, but quality of character. And anyone who would risk his life for another has a noble spirit indeed! Your family is every bit an equal to mine, and hang those who say differently!

Heh... Thanks, Maribelle.