Aster sat on a chair near the window while waiting for Lady Merse. He had his face wrinkled, frowning with displeasure while fiddling rubbing his fingers to his satin sleeve. He wasn't nervous at all, unlike himself before. He had the plan in mind and should be executed perfectly. But the most important thing is, his mind constantly thought about Ramuja.
'I wonder what would he say if he ever see me meeting a woman...'
'Would he be jealous?'
'Maybe showed displeasure and hostility towards that woman?'
'That made me a bit happy.'
'Hehe... heheheh...'
Aster chuckled, which flustered Jain who was standing behind him. "Young Lord, is there anything wrong?" Jain asked.
"Oh... No, everything is perfect," Aster replied with a smile. Jain suddenly remembered about that one person who Young Lord had saved the last medal for. He couldn't help but be slightly envious.