Arriving at the Caucasus, Komer was increasingly assuming the dignity of a lord, at least, that was how Puber viewed his own boss.
His pale cheeks often unintentionally revealed a restrained melancholic air, and those cold, dark eyes, probably inherited from the Reese Family, always gave off a mysterious vibe. His stern expression made him seem unapproachable at any given time; dressed in a properly fitting dark black gold-edged noble robe, whether standing or sitting, he exuded an aura of honorable glory.
Was this really the boss who used to drink and sing heartily with him? Puber shook his head instinctively, perhaps status could change a person, but such external and even temperamental superiority couldn't change a person's true heart—Puber firmly believed that.
