🎀 Wisteria 🎀

— Welcome back to the world of the living, — he awoke to find himself in a small but cozy-looking room, with one of the "Snow White" employees standing next to him, someone he had seen some time ago. She explained what had just happened and told him that he had been moved to a staff room to rest. — Don't worry, one of my colleagues has medical experience and, after examining you, concluded that nothing serious threatens your health.

— Ah... Yes... — Mirastir replied awkwardly. But then he tried his best to recover, — It's all because of the otherworldly beauty that I was fortunate enough to see just now, but I regret that I couldn't control myself; it was unforgivable of me, — he got up from the sofa.
— A truly mighty, white-haired warrior should treat his white-haired brothers and sisters with dignity, especially his sisters, — the gladiator bowed from a standing position so low and sharply that it seemed as if he would soon hit his forehead on the floor with a dull thud and, who knows, break it. — Please forgive me for the inconvenience and thank you for your help. This will not happen again.