Viscount Norman and his wife were also on the second floor of their luxurious mansion, looking out the window at the duel between the two men in the center of the training grounds.
"I've always thought Salem would be a good match for Evelyn, but now it seems, Evelyn seems to favor this Reine, whom she has only known for a short time,"
"Dear, do you think Evelyn's new friend is really that formidable, capable of defeating Earl Zeman's second son, Salem?" a well-dressed lady asked, tilting her head.
"If what Evelyn says is true, then her friend should have no problem winning," a middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed goatee nodded and said.
This man was none other than Evelyn's father—Viscount Norman.
After hearing from his daughter about Reine's performance in the ennoblement assessment, he had become quite interested in Reine.
For he knew well that in this world, with enough strength, honor, status, and wealth would all follow in spades; these were merely the icing on the cake.
