Kevin hummed a delightful tune and sat down at the dinner table. As the song ended, his once haughty fiancee also lost interest in dancing, granting him release. Although he was entangled by the old man for a while after, the conversation between father and son was genuinely comforting.
"Who is that lady, and her dance partner, I remember, seems like a classmate of yours?"
"My sister, what about it?"
"She has a certain quality, not just simple beauty, she's quite noble."
"She is a hereditary countess of Naranya, what do you say?" Kevin recalled the conversation he had at Hamlet with Lyle, silently ridiculing his father, who was two ranks lower than his grandfather.
"...Your judgment of people is indeed not bad," Baron Borey's eyes showed a mix of melancholy and relief.
Kevin smiled, his father had finally acknowledged his brother Lyle, even though it was by association with him.
