A game...

The office fell silent again after the main culprit of the commotion departed. Raven's pen resumed dancing on the documents.

None of Raven's aides were invited to his wedding. Most had been by his side before he was bestowed the title of Duke. Some were commoners who started from low positions. The Count would never truly welcome these guests.

A sudden marriage between his master and an unknown duchess. Terrance stared at the Duke for a while before speaking.

"How was your wedding ceremony?"

"It was okay."

"The Duchess…"

"Terrance, do you also miss the smell of dirt from the field?"

"No, sir."

Terrance, more discreet than Lyndon, quickly closed his mouth. The only sound in the office was the scratching of Raven's pen on paper.

After sampling the sweetness, Raven's hand naturally went inside the basket again. He popped another cookie into his mouth and murmured.

"…I told her to rest."

"Yes?"