"Great Chieftain, this is my Great Uncle, Lord Gundar of the Grimhowl Tribe," Ulric said with a smile. "The Grimhowl Tribe is the second strongest among the high-ranking tribes. My Uncle here is their chieftain's right-hand man!"
"I see!" Leone nodded. "Greetings, Lord Gundar. The moment I saw you, I felt like a great personage has come to bless our humble settlement.
"Even the very air seemed to grow heavier when you arrived, as if the world itself was making way for your presence. I bet that if you're at least twenty… no ten years younger, you'd be more handsome than me.
"Since Ulric is already calling you, Great Uncle. It would be my honor calling you Great Uncle as well! I hope we get along well, Great Uncle!"
Leone extended his hand for a handshake, acting like a very respectful young man. It was so subservient that Daedalus wanted to hide in shame.
He advised its Master to not offend the old man. But it didn't expect Leone would start calling him Great Uncle instead!
