"Huh?"
Standing in the center of the room, Rendian felt a slight discomfort in his breathing, barely noticeable but enough to make him uneasy.
He chose to ignore it as he focused his attention ahead, where the Marquess, arms folded and leaning toward his desk, was studying him intently.
"Your son is receiving treatment at the Northern hospital, correct?" Avendial inquired, his tone casual yet probing.
He noticed the subtle changes in Rendian, hoping that he might awaken the same abilities he had demonstrated in a past life.
At the same time, he aimed to reassure Rendian by asking about his son.
"Y-yes, he has been recovering for the past few months," Rendian stammered, taken aback by Avendial's awareness of his son's situation.
After all, Rendian had received an invitation to the Croceaus Territory a decade ago, seeking the best care for his son.
