The king is a middle-aged man with a protruding belly.
The Court Count is a skinny old man.
"Uhahahahaha."
"Uhohohohoh."
Though completely different in appearance, the two figures seemed to communicate well.
Even without a banquet, just with some simple snacks and wine they could be this happy.
But as far as Dean Balanyar knew, the king wasn't such an amusing person.
There was no reason for a king to cultivate conversational skills in the first place.
Nevertheless, this warm atmosphere was solely due to the Court Count.
That snake-like man.
Balanyar disliked that serpentine Court Count.
But the Court Count wasn't the only one harboring a snake inside.
"Oh my, how long has it been, Court Count! I was just thinking I should pay you a visit."
"Just exchanging letters with the Dean is already something to boast about for an ignorant person like me. Did you receive the gift I sent last time?"
