"As expected, it just as I predicted."
When the Ashen Hawk Knight who delivered the message had left, the Marquis's face darkened as he looked up at the gloomy sky through the window at a 45-degree angle. It was now December, and the days until the winter snow were drawing near, with temperatures dropping day by day.
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
He was not shaken by the news; on the contrary, there was even a hint of satisfaction within him as he reclaimed the dignity of his forebears—the cunning of age outmatched the inexperience of youth. Li Si Te hadn't foreseen the outcome, but he had predicted it accurately. This was experience, this was the way of life, this was why he was able to establish the Tulip Family.
