When Jimte silently crept into the ravine leading to 'Yumir Manor,' Kalal had been waiting for ten minutes.
Looking at this nephew of the Marquess of Ainhars, who had always shown himself to be arrogantly self-important, a warm smile involuntarily spread across Jimte's face.
Although after a brief discussion earlier, the other party had confirmed his true identity, and there was no need for such pleasantries, this son of a Baron, son-in-law of the Marquis, still maintained his habit.
"Pseudo fellow!"
Kalal, looking at the warm smile on Jimte's face, couldn't help but make a comment.
"Pot calling the kettle black,"
Jimte, far from being annoyed, responded with a smile on his face.
Following that, neither man immediately walked toward 'Yumir Manor'; instead, they both stood in place, waiting for the other to move forward.
A full two minutes passed, and neither of them had moved a step.
"If we keep waiting like this, Lord Kledos might start getting anxious,"
