159 Her Fiery Arrival - II

"Not bad... Ansel, did you bring your chef from home?"

"My mother knew I was coming back, so she had old Mof come to the manor early."

"...Madam is truly attentive to you."

Evora pursed her lips, adding a glossy sheen to her bright red lips. After finishing the steak, she withdrew her legs from Ansel's and crossed them. "Now, let's talk about something important."

"About your pact head," Evora half-closed her eyes, "what is her situation?"

"Your Highness is quite concerned about this?"

"I wasn't originally." 

She looked at her long nails, a spark igniting in her eyes. 

"But what that old fart said made me very concerned."

"It's not appropriate to address Her Majesty in that manner, Your Highness," Ansel calmly cut the steak, "it damages your mother-daughter relationship."

"Hah, do we even have a mother-daughter relationship? Ansel, not everyone is as fortunate as you to have such a normal predecessor."