Zilya gazed at Artur, who smiled wistfully, his head bowed with a sense of resignation. She had initially intended to explain it to her nephew in a gentler manner, but she understood that if Artur truly wanted to become a noble, he had to understand the ways of noble life.
Zilya didn't let Artur dwell in his thoughts for long. After moistening her mouth with tea, she spoke, "While I know your purpose for coming to see me, I want to hear it directly from you. Artur, do you truly wish to rejoin the House of Valya?"
Artur's face was still fixed on the dining table that had previously been filled with trays of food, now replaced by tea and beverages. Gazing at the abundant beverages that covered the large table, Artur pondered if they, too, would eventually be discarded like the previous meals.
"Aunt, do you think the life of a noble would suit me?" Artur said, not answering Zilya's question but posing a different one.