One month later.
"It seems Marquis Ardagan is generous enough to send his car. I'm kind of curious what kind of car he has, especially since he looks like he is boasting." Earl Mayzion fixed his attire while walking toward the front door.
"Dear." His wife smiled, looking at him.
"You're going to accompany me today. I hope you won't mind."
"Of course." She nodded and casually sneaked her hand into the Earl's arm as they walked together.
They intentionally didn't bring their own carriage because they were curious about the power of the marquis.
And it turned out he was even more shocking than they originally thought.
Once they walked outside, they found a long car. The black color was sparkling, which was very contrast to all the carriages they had used. There were rarely people using black because the color was often mentioned together with death or a curse.
However, the sparkle made the black color feel bright.
