Chapter 411
A whiff of laughter was released by Orland, who in his admirable demeanour continued to converse with the previous Noverrne's Duke.
"Don't exaggerate. The kid is very polite even as I tell him to loosen up."
"Hmph, he should be. As amiable as you are, he was taught to respect those who deserve it." — Strict, Dolton Noverrne conveyed serious yet with a hidden hint of playfulness in his statement, opening one eye to peek at Sylfinnier's Duke, whose gaze had drifted back to the young men and women conversing with each other at a certain corner of the marvellous Hall. — "… and I see your daughter is one he deems deserving, how glad I am. Our children being friends was a dream we used to have, remember?"
A soft smile was drawn in Orland... although it felt sadness as he recalled the younger days of his daughter, continuing to talk with a trustworthy friend whom he valued in his warm comprehension.