The hunting festival. Countess Marple.
The message brought by the eagle was short and hard to understand.
"What is this?" Luan asked as he leaned over her shoulder and read the note. His hand found its way around her waist, hugging it tightly.
"Do you know the House of Marple?" She showed him to paper.
"Not really… Never heard that name," he answered without thinking about it.
"L-liar… Count Marple has introduced himself to you on several occasions before…?" She called him out.
"Really? I don't remember…" He said honestly. Luan doesn't even know who he is sitting next to during council meetings. Why should he care about some old man from the capital?
Arianell sighed. It was clear that he would be as helpful as the butterfly when it came to noble names, status, and connections. After taking classes from Lambert, she was more knowledgeable about the people he was meeting than him.
