Hindley’s brown eyes were filled with desire. It was a face that seemed to say he would do anything.

‘That’s why it’s so easy to handle these materialistic people.’

It was much easier than the previous job he gave to Aria Hilton.

They didn’t even need to try to find weaknesses in the first place.

Throw them a suitable carrot, and they willingly put the leash around their own necks in his hands.

“I’m curious about what my niece is doing. Can you occasionally tell me about it?”

“Yes?”

Hindley asked in confusion.

“Isn’t it something you could find out by visiting her yourself?”

“Are you refusing? That’s a shame.”

“Oh, no!”

Hindley hastily explained, afraid that Oliver might change his mind.

“I was just curious. It’s too simple as a condition for introducing to the Duke’s family…”

“Haha, indeed. You could have such doubts.”

Oliver soon flashed a charming smile.

“As you know, my brother recently found his lost daughter. Visiting a Duke’s residence without caution, even if it’s a family visit, is not a good idea during such a time. It’s not the right time for a ladies’ gathering.”

“Ah, yes. I understand.”

Visiting a house with a child too often is not a good idea. Moreover, Delphinium Jasper and Lysianthus Territory were located at the northern and southern ends of the kingdom, respectively. It took almost a day by carriage, so it wasn’t an easy distance for a head of the household to travel.

While Hindley was understanding this, Oliver added in a nonchalant tone as before.

“And, there’s a woman who brought my niece. Her name is Aria Hilton, the daughter of the Hilton Marquis.”

“Really? It’s the first time I’ve heard that name…”

“Well, it’s not that famous of a family. Anyway, the second favor is to tell me in detail about the relationship between that woman and my niece, and what the relationship is like with my brother.”

“Oh, if that’s the case.”

Just before finishing his answer, Hindley hesitated for a moment.

He couldn’t figure out the reason at all.

They were siblings with Lysianthus Jasper. If he wanted to know, couldn’t he just ask the person directly? There was no need for him to request it from him.

Unless he was planning something bad.

“Rotern Kyeong?”

Hindley came to his senses at Oliver’s call.

Oliver was looking at him with narrowed black eyes, a meaningful expression on his face.

“Is there something in my words that bothers you?”

“Oh, no. I just…”

“Speak.”

“It’s a bit strange.”

Hindley conveyed the thought he had just had.

Oliver burst into laughter at his words.

“Planning something bad, huh? Just because I hear personally about my niece’s nanny, would something bad happen to me?”

“Well… I guess not.”

“That’s right.”

Thud.

With a flick of his finger, Oliver sighed as if he were taking a breath.
“I’m just curious about what intentions that woman might have in entering the duke’s residence. As you know, even now, six years after my brother separated from his wife, he remains a young and attractive bridegroom, doesn’t he?”

“That’s true.”

Hindley agreed.

The current Duke, Luke Lysianthus, was still only in his thirties. For a man, the age of thirty was not particularly urgent.

Although the duke looked intimidating, he had ample masculine charm and was the owner of a wealthy southern territory.

Moreover, his only child was a daughter.

If the duke remarried and had a son in the future, it would be a great opportunity to make the child with his blood into a duke. Even if it wasn’t a first marriage, it was clear that he was an extremely desirable bridegroom.

Oliver smiled sadly, as if he had read Hindley’s thoughts.

“So, I’m worried about how that woman approached my brother. Currently, she’s sticking around with the excuse of the child, but later, she might seduce my brother, take over the position of the lady of the house, and then abuse my niece… Can’t such a tragedy happen?”

“Oh, I was too short-sighted.”

Hindley nodded fervently. Oliver’s words had no logical flaws.

‘Indeed, it could happen.’

The Hilton Marquis.

He had never even heard the name.

If he, who memorized most of the noble genealogies, didn’t know it, it meant that it was an incredibly obscure and undistinguished family, or they were practically worse off than wealthy commoners.

If a person from such a household wanted to secretly approach and covet the vacant position of the duchess, it wouldn’t be surprising.

“Then, is it enough if I do just that?”

“Of course. Oh, anyway, I’m just introducing you; whether you can stay as the lady’s family teacher depends entirely on Rotern’s ability.”

“That’s a matter of course.”

… And so, 28-year-old Hindley Rotern now stood in front of the gate of the Lysianthus Duke’s residence.

The gatekeeper, Dalton, asked, “What brings you here?”

“Hmm.”

Hindley adjusted his hat pretentiously, lifting and putting down his document bag once.

Dalton frowned.

“I’m sorry, but could you tell me the reason? I’m not trying to pry into your affairs, it’s just my duty.”