Turpin apologized for bringing up Roland and he was so genuinely remorseful that Luviagelita was taken aback. "Oh, don't be like that. It's not your fault or anything..." she said seeming to only extend kindness to this man. Though she knew her own behavior towards her father to be a bit bratty, this man had done nothing but keep her company. Given this she had nothing negative to say about the man, even if he'd inadvertently brought up a subject she didn't like. And just like that they moved on. Their chatter was mostly meaningless but it was still more interesting to have a conversation in such a way. Truly she hadn't really chatted with anyone since Bradamante a while back. According to this man, Olivier's intentions and results weren't to be questioned just her methods. "Well, the world is a big place, I am sure she has her reasons. I find her a bit intimidating, but advice from an old friend says that girls should just bond over drinks and girl talk," she said with a small smile. Perhaps she'd do the good thing and invite Olivier up some time. If Turpin vouched for her, and Charlemange trusted her there was obviously more to her than her reputation.
Moving on, there was Turpin's discontent with his current station. It wasn't that he sought adventure, but instead sought the ability to actually help people instead of just being in what he called a 'managerial' station. That was rather earnest, and truly sincere. She hadn't seen such sincerity in character from many until Charlemange, and that was after Jeanne d'Arc paved the way for such righteous natures to exist. "That is surprisingly sincere. I can't find a single flaw in wanting to actually help people. I hope you find yourself in a situation more to your own liking soon," she said earnestly. If a man truly wanted to help, then he should be allowed to help in the way he thought was best. She did in general disagree with the sort of beaurecratic red tape this sort of place saw in general.
Ah, but there was more to question than just that. The Archbishop Turpin became a bit curious as to why her creativity was limited in any way. She could explain this rather easily and had no problem doing so in the most simplistic terms she could. "You aren't prying it is a valid question. Creating in the way I like takes a great deal of energy and I am not simply receiving it. I have to save up a great deal to make major changes, which is why I made my observatory... I can absorb the power of the stars to help out. But the progress is still rather slow going and I am not necessarily a very patient person," she explained of her own situation. Of course, there were methods to get energy and all of them she understood. That being said, as the 'Holy Princess' most of those options were closed off to her, by decree of her father.
Upon reaching Father An's throne room, Luviagelita looked upon the man. He seemed rather troubled sitting there like that... perhaps it'd simply been a matter of him having a bad dream. Though she found his antics rather annoying she was still caring enough as his daughter to want him to be well. "Father are you sure you should be seeing anyone right now, you look unwell?" she asked earnestly, he seemed quite tired if she was being honest. And she was soon removing herself from the moving throne, giving a little curtsy to Turpin in thanks for his help.