Count Garrett Felicese expelled scenes vivid enough to make his imagination tingle and lowered his voice. “If that girl makes any direct move, deliver this letter. Regularly track her every move and find out where she goes and what she does.”

“It’s too much work for one person, sir.”

Thunk! A heavy noise echoed through the wooden floor. As soon as the burly mercenary Kiyotel saw the gold bar, he raised the corners of his mouth, revealing teeth with not a single white spot. Count Garrett Felicese turned his eyes away, as if avoiding his filthy appearance, and issued instructions.

“If there’s at least one achievement, I’ll give you two more of the same. Remember, it’s most important not to be caught by others.”

“Yes, yes.”

“And immediately deliver that green letter to the butler as soon as it goes out. It’s an urgent letter to Lord Lev Count. You take one of my servants and move quickly.”

“Yes. Is there anything else, sir?”

Kiyotel, who had picked up a few gold bars and letters by bending his small but stout body, revealed his teeth with a lot of foreign substances, grinning.

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Since the bizarre celebration party for Emperor Igor Yufries, which only he enjoyed, Viscount Leve Compani’s admiration for the Black Mansion, the first visit after that party, was deeper and broader than the sea. It was a sight to behold when he arrived at the massive iron gate at the entrance of the mansion and was surprised, looking bewildered. The garden, which covered the desolation beyond the gate with vibrant greenery, was quite refreshing.

The beginning of change was the garden, and next was…

“I thought Lanslet was playing around to please me.”

“Because it’s him.”

“…I thought I was intentionally not coming because all I heard from you was nagging. But seeing it now, it’s really…”

Steam fogged up on the outer glasses he wore to see the documents, and Viscount Leve, who had been swallowing hot tears as if inhaling them into his nostrils, swallowed tears flowing from his eyes. “Did I say that? You told me that His Majesty resembles the late Queen Eleanor both in her eyes and lips.”

“I think I’ve heard that since I was about four years old.”

When the sound of sniffing and sniffling continued as he kept swallowing tears and runny nose, Clad threw a handkerchief casually, responding to it. Seeing the violet eyes casually scanning through the documents, Viscount Leve openly leaned closer to Clad, patting him gently.

“Aren’t you feeling unwell? It seems okay for the skin to be as white as a newborn baby’s, but…”

⚡Thump. Clad, who had been fidgeting with the quill pen, audibly set it down and undid the knot of the nightgown he was wearing.
A stiff half-neck and chest, coiled like a snake around his throat, filled Lord Lev’s eyes with Clad’s black and tough neck. He was taken aback by Clad’s abrupt actions, but Clad casually adjusted his robe again, took the quill pen, and wiped his face with a handkerchief as if washing it. The punch was too strong. It wasn’t time to pop the champagne.

Still. Still…

“Is this enough for my face? Even though you can see faint spots when you look closely, it’s not bad for a man to have only this much.”

“It’s hard to compare with those guys who can’t distinguish between a horse’s head and a human head that they wear around their necks.”

Thinking of Treloni Viscount’s men, Lord Lev barely suppressed a smile.

Even amid that, looking at the face of his well-behaved and handsome nephew, Clad, who inherited the beauty of Eleanor, the only sister of Mount Lev, and the cool and masculine atmosphere of Emperor Alexei, continued to stimulate his teardrops.

“Stop admiring your nephew’s face. If you know that I haven’t worked hard during this time, stop blaming me.”

“I said I’m not very happy.”

Lord Lev murmured with tears in his eyes.

“Someday, you will fully understand that embracing your beloved woman, seeing your child, and having such everyday life that everyone else does can be happiness.”

And, as if blessing, he handed Clad the documents that had been approved.

Without a word, Clad pressed his temple and lifted the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t know what love is. I’m satisfied that I’ve gained enough patience to listen to the nonsense of the outer family.”

“I’m going to thank my ninth bride on this path. Also, I’ll apologize for the rudeness I committed on the day we first met.”

“Rudeness?”

As a sense of discomfort briefly passed through his relaxed eyes, Lord Lev immediately held back.

“You seemed so fragile that I thought you would run away and stop me as soon as you saw His Majesty. You were so disoriented that you didn’t even know where the old shoes went. But a person who looked so weak waited until the end and stayed by my side until he recovered. It’s commendable, even though it’s an impious thought.”

Clad, who seemed less agreeable with the increasing white hair than ten years ago, faced Lord Lev, who didn’t seem to like something, and snorted.

“In the future, please take good care of our lordship. It’s hard to come and go even to a small village.”