His father had a knack for finding the best in people and shaping the narrative around them, guiding everyone's perception in a positive direction. And because it was never forced, those who received his praise were always left feeling genuinely touched. His sincerity was disarming, causing people to pledge their loyalty wholeheartedly.
'And on the other hand, Toby's stubbornness in resisting Father's warmth shows just how strong-willed he is,' Sylas thought, amused by the contrast.
Whether it was because of the curse or simply Toby's unruly nature, he had resisted the count's warmth for a long time.
"Now, enough with the formalities!" the count declared. "This is a day to celebrate the return of heroes!"
After the duel, the estate was a flurry of activity as servants scrambled to prepare for the impromptu feast. Ulrich wore a smile, but he couldn't stop his lips from twitching in frustration.
'Damn it, I took a hit this time, little brother.'