Who would have thought that his freaking out could be used as a proof. One thing was certain, he didn't. And then, just like it was a normal thing, Jirou offered her a cup of alcohol. Well, Gilbert knew that Jirou couldn't be simply bound by the time—early morning or not, every time was perfect for booze.

"Don't..." Apparently, there's no need for him to intervene. That much was clear once he noticed Willa's glance. "As for those things..you're not wrong."

Gilbert shrugged, nothing really could be done about all this, "Willa it is...welcome to Blanc. You should have a look around the Hall of Glory and get your weapon soon, I suppose."