When D.D. happily listed out the scandals of the nobles in the capital, his bad luck came into play once again.
"Protector Doyle." Mallos' voice was heard from behind him at that moment to interrupt Thales' thoughts. "What is so funny?"
Doyle's expression stiffened. When he turned around and faced the watchman, D.D. became serious again.
"Nothing, commanding officer. His Highness raised a question, so I told him some stories of the nobles."
Mallos looked at Madam Elainor, who disappeared into the banquet hall, then looked at Thales with a contemplative expression.
"Is that so?"
Thales removed the figure of Little Iron Spike Junior from his mind and laughed dryly. "I believe so."
Behind him, Doyle nodded sternly while Glover did not show any expression.
Mallos snorted lightly, and he said as indifferently as before, "Very well. So, are you ready?"
