Neither Lancelot or Jonah wanted the black army to talk too much with a descendant of Alice. You’re too important to ruin relationships with and too much time with such a rambunctious group would surely bother you, right? That’s at least Jonah’s reasoning. So instead, they need you laying low, this why Zero is your very own bodyguard.

Zero checks the windows again, his sharp eyes looking outside to see if any figures are trying to look in. Nothing looks out of the ordinary. It’s just a regular day in Red Territory.

He looks over at you, observing your body language and closed posture. “Sorry for all this. Would you like something to eat? You must be hungry.”