"Ah, you seem to have grown close to Miaomiao. That little one loves handsome and beautiful things, so I figured she'd warm up to you."
"Haha, I'm flattered. Thank you, Grandfather."
"But there's a slight problem. I have an errand to run tomorrow, so I'll be away for a bit. Could we leave the day after?"
"There's no rush. The title transfer for the territory hasn't been finalized, and the nobles of the northeastern and northwestern provinces seem to be locked in a power struggle. I'll use tomorrow to take care of some business and come back the day after."
"That sounds like a good plan."
Alfred gazed at Michael, the shadows of the setting sun casting a soft glow on his face. His heart ached once again. When will this pain ever go away?
"Will you stay for dinner?" Alfred asked.
"Of course! Take a seat, Grandfather. Tonight, I'll cook for you. It's a dish I used to enjoy, and I think you'll like it too."
