Chapter 97

Count Lincol Ablin hummed a tune, thoroughly enjoying his bath.

"The young lady has arrived. Are you sure you shouldn't go greet her?"

Deblae, Count Lincol's aide, wiped the sweat beading on the count's forehead and asked.

"Why bother? If I go running out to greet her right away, she'll think I've got nothing better to do."

Count Lincol shook his head and took a sip of his chilled juice.

"The young lady visiting today is the acting head of house, and the prince has come along with her too. Late as it is, wouldn't it be better to go see them now, at least?"

"Ha! Being late is exactly the point of being late."

Lincol brushed off the careful advice Deblae had offered without a second thought.

"Acting head of house, prince, big words, but from what I hear they're nothing but a couple of unwanted brats."

Count Lincol…