"So, what was that? Hm?"
The man, Duke Acacia, bit his lips together and stepped ahead. His shoulders hunched and neck stretched, he was only missing unkempt clothes to complete a gangster image.
"You're being loud. Dim. Wit."
I, for one, wasn't going to back off from a challenge.
Kai looked at me and gasped. Like a gossip king, he covered his mouth and mumbled some wows.
"D-d-dimwit... again...? I-I don't approve!" the duke screamed. "I don't approve of this union—"
"—Honey."
Like moles popping out of a whack-a-mole machine, more people came streaming into the room one after the other. This time, a woman with fluttering long hair reminiscent of the lady stepped inside.
The duke froze in his tracks.
"Do you want me to hit you with a chair?"
"That's the duchess," Kai whispered.
The woman's moves were enchanting, just like Lethe's, but she couldn't compare to the level of her daughter. She also didn't wear any veils to hide her face.
I remembered well.