"A fine mage marries an idiot noble."
Hill tried to remain calm and asked, "His Majesty the King?"
"Ah, it's nothing. As part of your mother's design, I will give you half the income.
The rest is my commission!"
Hill thought for a moment, "Please allow me to dedicate it all to you, His Majesty the King!
This income is given by the Undead out of respect for you; it has nothing to do with me."
"It's not just a little! Did your mother never tell you anything?"
"These jewelry pieces were treasures her mother never wore.
My mother is not much of a talker.
I have kept all the pieces she wore!
Mages generally don't wear these styles of jewelry; they're useless."
"So she never wore them?" William murmured, "It would have been nice if she had, then I might have been able to communicate with her; nobles from other worlds aren't like those in the novels."
