Sitting in his room, the Marquess didn't know what was going on but he felt strangely unsettled. There was a bad feeling in the pits of his stomach and caused him to be restless. Pacing back and forth, he didn't know what could be wrong.
'The flow of Blessed Crops seems fine, profits are up. Nothing is wrong… could it be because of the Sister from earlier? No that can't be.' He thought to himself. He had made advances like that plenty of time before and it had always worked out.
The first time he did it, he had the same unsettling feeling but it faded away after the third time.
Shaking his head, he looked out the window at the setting sun. Regardless of what may happen, he was sure things will go well for him. After all, god had blessed him with discovering the Blessed Crops, it clearly meant that god had favored him against the others.
Hearing the door open without a knock, the Marquess frowned.
