Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411: Chapter 411 - Tamers War - Taming Protocol

The tension in the room had diminished considerably, but the air still carried traces of the previous awkwardness. Ren sat on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling like a scolded child, while Luna and Liora remained standing with their arms crossed.

"That’s... actually a very accurate summary," Ren admitted, looking slightly sheepish for the first time.

"It’s not that simple..." Liora mumbled.

Luna shook her head, "you two... are absolutely hopeless."

The guard behind Luna was now making sounds that definitely indicated suppressed laughter.

"To summarize," Luna said, "personal space is important for noble maidens."

"But it didn’t seem like it!" Ren protested, gesticulating toward Liora with the confusion of someone whose worldview had just been turned upside down. "Not for you or for Larissa! You’ve always been... ’normal’. How was I supposed to know it’s bad?"

Liora turned red again, averting her gaze toward the window as if the curtains had once again revealed their fascinating properties. She carefully avoided making eye contact with Luna, who was observing the interaction with a look that clearly said ’this is your fault too’.

Luna turned to look at Ren and was about to reproach him for his insinuation that they weren’t ’normal’, but she restrained herself. If she wanted to teach him about ’noble maturity’ and such things, she had to lead by example with her education.

"Ren," Luna said with a sigh that carried the weight of someone far older than her eleven years, "we’re not children anymore."

Ren raised an eyebrow mimicking her, genuinely confused by the statement.

"What do you mean? We’re eleven years old. That’s literally being children, isn’t it?"

"Unlike how you were educated," Luna explained, adopting the patient tone she had perfected during years of protocol tutoring and observing her father closely, "we weren’t initiated into learning at school. We started much earlier, from four or five years old."

Liora nodded, though still keeping her gaze fixed on the window, continuing to avoid direct eye contact with either of them.

"So we know many things about high society that might not be logical to you," Luna continued, "but that could affect us. Things like... too much physical contact between boys and girls is frowned upon in certain political contexts important for our future."

Ren frowned, processing this information with the intensity of someone trying to solve a complex puzzle. Of course his parents had educated him too... Although he paused for a moment, perhaps it wasn’t the same?

His mother had always taught him to consider others’ feelings, to put himself in people’s shoes to understand their perspectives. She had instilled in him a natural empathy that made him genuinely care about others’ comfort. Was he spoiling her teachings?

Ren had a child’s mind, but a quite perceptive one when he paid real attention.

Perhaps he had been so focused on practical utility that he had completely overlooked things like ’social implications’. The realization was uncomfortable... he prided himself on being considerate, yet he had clearly missed something important.

"I’m sorry," he said finally, addressing both of them with genuine remorse in his voice. "I didn’t ’put myself in your shoes’. I didn’t realize I might make you feel uncomfortable. I should have asked or explained in detail first."

"It doesn’t matter," Luna sighed, though there was a note of amusement creeping into her voice. "In the end, you touched us anyway."

Then, under her breath but loud enough for Ren to hear, she murmured:

’He definitely doesn’t worry about those things,’ she thought, observing Ren’s genuinely perplexed expression. Closely like when she looked at her father, she could notice he was trying hard to understand why it was wrong... to understand them.