This wouldn't be the first time he'd have to look after an entire group. It also wouldn't be the last. Judging from the appearance of the Lady Celes as well as her manner, she couldn't be any less than a woman of somewhat higher standing. Just what sort of standing was unclear, and it was doubtful her world even had the same caste system as Noah's own.

Shrugging off the thought, the judge looked from the girl to his own young Lord, giving a curt nod. "I see nothing wrong with it. Do you accept, Lord?" Truly doubtful the child would even think twice about accepting, and Noah had little reservations of his own for the accompanyment.