Argenti never once doubted that there was beauty far more superior than his goddess― he swore utmost loyalty to Idrila, and he never once feared his loyalty would waver.

That is, until Argenti stumbled upon you― and there was something much more captivating about you than just your outer appearance. He found himself wishing he did not have to leave you after you part ways.

And now, with you in his clutches, Argenti pulls you through the city with haste, wind breezing through crimson locks. "Tea? I would be thankful if you joined me, sweet flower."

The Knight was obviously not letting go of you, the tight grip on your hand grows when you come to a halt― and he seems almost saddened by your reluctance.

"Please? I would not ask this again. I know you are busy, but just for this moment.. join me for tea. I wish to look upon your beauty just for a little while longer."