You Can't Catch the Wind (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 42

In truth, the count was merely old-fashioned, not a bad person.

In a world where everything is in constant upheaval, preserving the old ways is never easy. Isn’t it precisely because of such people that traditions endure?

He never mistreated his servants recklessly, nor did he impose tyranny upon the people of his domain.

He simply wished for the rules that had sustained Denertum for so long to remain intact.

Yet the moment Calon read the report that the count attempted to converse in the ancient tongue with those he favored, he briefly wondered if perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if a bit of that tradition faded away.

‘Someone who knows Denertum’s etiquette well enough to satisfy the count… and who also possesses the basic knowledge required for this matter…’

As Calon pondered who that might be, a certain person came to mind.

Someone who always walked and sat with perfect, upright posture when alone.

Someone whose every movement remained dignified even while chatting with others and sipping tea from a wooden cup—and who was well-versed in all other forms of etiquette as well.

And someone who knew a great deal about land transactions.

“Ael.”

The name slipped out without the usual honorific he normally attached.

Once the right candidate came to mind, his thoughts continued naturally.

Yes, why not send Ael? She possessed the refinement that would surely satisfy Count Hebrides.

But she couldn’t go alone. At the very least, she’d need a man by her side who could convincingly pretend to be her fiancé…

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