"Claire. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Maribelle. Miss Miranda." The knight bowed after the girl out of respect, but also to avoid staring far too long into the magical crevices located inbetwee-Digression! He immediately turned his attention to Miranda, as to prevent himself from accidentally tearing half of his face off or something like that. It'd be excellent to have cheerful axe-girl on the front lines for reinforcing their physical offense. And for morale reasons, but that's something impolite to say.<br/><br/>"Yeah. We'll be grateful for your assistance, but please don't force yourselves for our sake. Right now our concern is to get Miss Laplace to safety, and we are not in dearth of combatants. Right, ma'am?"<br/><br/>Claire finally turned his head gently to confirm somewhat with the youngest sister of t--She's gone.<br/><br/>What the fuck, where could have that little brat gonMOTHER OF MERCY. The quiet protest he was about to launch against the distinguished honor of "Sir Huge" and re-extension of the offer to travel together was gone, slapped away by the same hand currently grasping at Maribelle's boob. Claire stood aghast at the situation, and had briefly considered throwing his helmet at the girl's head for being a social elephant. It was unbelievable at worst, surreal at best.<br/><br/>And then food serving. Food. Before Claire knew it, he had ended up with a steaming bowl of stew on his hands. Who knew that handling a girl would be far more stressful than mortal combat? Well, something had bothered him a bit more than the sexual harassment that the dancer underwent from the rampaging noble. Actually, no. The grab did bother him a lot! Who does Alice think she is, getting away with feeling up delicious women just because of her blue-blooded heritage?  Though, without the party's cook, their dietary needs would go unfulfilled. And Alice would waste the rest of her growth spurts on being small and flat forever because all they would consume are grass and nuts. Did the King ever feed her?<br/><br/>Focus. Nanami leaving the party soon. For what mission, anyway?<br/><br/>"So tell us more about it, then. Maybe we can help you out, Nanami."