"Oh, that?" Queen Snowarda said before a melodious laugh rang out, followed by Seraphis' giggles—something Ryuk still didn't understand.
"Sometimes, I forget that Humans and other races possess cultures unlike ours," she said before continuing.
"Seraphis is neither a slave nor my maid; she is my daughter."
"However, acting as a maid around me is a cultural tradition of the Nagas, one performed by anyone who is next in line for the throne."
"When the next in line to the throne stands before the reigning monarch in the throne room, she must attend to every whim of the ruler before it is even uttered." She explained to Ryuk, whose brows knitted together.
It was the first time he had heard of such rules.
"My great-grandmother did it to my grandmother, my grandmother did it to my mother, my mother did it to me, and now, I do it to Seraphis. If she has a daughter one day, she will pass on the tradition. That is how it has always been."
