Domingo spoke with a calm tone as he filled the glass with water.

“It’s been about ten years since I followed such instructions… I sincerely apologize, Viscount Ondera.”

Splash!

As soon as Domingo’s apology ended, a deluge of water poured over Viscount Ondera’s face.

“…”

The smoke from the pipe he was holding instantly dwindled, and the nauseating smell of wet tobacco pricked Viscount Ondera’s nose.

“Enough. I have perfectly followed your instructions now.”

Viscount Ondera and his butler were completely speechless. Domingo, who had set down the water cups on the table, looked at them with disdainful eyes.

“If, by any chance, you desire a territorial war due to this incident, Lord Morris is willing to comply.”

Viscount Ondera, who was taken aback, reflexively clapped his hands and stammered.

“N-No… Morris Viscount… Is he so extreme?”

The tone in addressing Butler Domingo also subtly changed.

He was well aware of Philip’s heroic deeds during the war. Unless Philip was drowning in debt, which was unlikely, he was at least ten times wealthier than the Ondera territory.

If a territorial war were to break out in such a situation, the outcome was clear.

A smirk appeared on one corner of Domingo’s mouth. Stepping steadily, he walked to the door.

“Then, goodbye. I recommend that you visit Morris Viscount respectfully next time.”

Even though Philip hurried, he arrived at Main Street 5 around sunset.

DS Boutique had closed its doors, and the street musician at the fountain, who had finished playing, was tidying up his surroundings.

Philip surveyed around DS Boutique, looking for a servant. However, no matter how much he knocked and called, there was no response.

“Could it be that there isn’t a single resident servant?”

He couldn’t believe it, but eventually, Philip had no choice but to loudly call Ellen’s name in the square.

“Ellen! Are you there?”

As Philip’s voice echoed through the quiet square, the passing gazes momentarily focused on him.

His face flushed slightly. However, he couldn’t just turn back like this, so once again, Philip raised his voice.

“Ellen!”

But still, no one came out of the building. Instead, someone tapped his shoulder.

Turning around, it was the street musician.

The street musician handed a note to Philip and turned away.

Philip’s brow slightly narrowed at the contents of the note.

“Just a moment.”

At Philip’s words, the street musician turned back with an indifferent expression.

“I appreciate the information you provided. But why are you calling Ellen’s name so recklessly?”

Teri, the street musician, raised one eyebrow.

Philip Morris, the owner of this territory and a renowned sword master.

Though his temperament was mild, he had a legitimate son. Ellen, the owner of DS Boutique, was the Viscountess.

She recently divorced due to her indulgence in luxury and debauchery.
Terry’s knowledge only reached this point.

In the Vita Kingdom, he was a star. Wherever his singing and violin touched, noble ladies couldn’t keep their composure.

Even princesses and the queen.

At first, it was fine, but as the queen tried to break into his mansion whenever she could, the problem gradually escalated.

It was a real issue, especially considering the fact that the queen was the wife of a formidable big brother.

Noble families, noticing this fact, tried to use Terry as bait to exploit the queen and her formidable sisters in an undercover operation.

In the end, the king’s anger reached its peak, and Terry barely escaped with his life, fleeing to the Cigarette Kingdom.

It was practically exile.

He could only bring along his beloved violin. Living expenses were expected to be challenging with empty hands.

If he approached nobles for performance sponsorship, his life could be resolved. However, Terry was extremely tired.

Even if he had to starve, he didn’t want to get involved with nobles, especially women.

So, he became a street musician. He only played the violin. As expected, hellish living conditions followed, but he endured.

After living like that for a few years, he encountered Ellen recently, providing some relief from the torment of poverty.

Hunger diminished, and with delicious food to eat, he felt a bit of mental ease. That’s when he began to see the surroundings.

The blue sky was beautiful, and the scent carried by the wind was serene.

Although it seemed impossible for anything to happen between him and Ellen, some affection had grown. Seeing her beauty inspired him.

The moment he thought he could finally take a breath, he heard rumors about Ellen.

There were many baseless rumors about Ellen. Although there were recent rumors, they were only sprinkled on top like a strawberry on a fresh cream cake.

She was truly a bad person. However, there was a content in the background of her debauchery that caught Terry’s attention.

Ellen wanted her husband’s love. Terry, who wanted to understand her, speculated about Ellen’s feelings.

“Oh my! How hard must it have been!”