"You're right. Perhaps I've been too naive about many things."
"Since you're going, make sure you display the bearing of our Inglesby family. The Federation hasn't had time to deal with other forces over these years, and some factions have gotten other ideas.
Harry, do your best and don't let others look down on you."
Their conversation was drowned in the moonlight. Watching his son, who seemingly understood something, Count Rezhe showed a satisfied expression.
After Harry returned to his room, his gaze swept toward a shadowy corner.
"Haven't you found any useful information yet?"
The writhing shadow trembled slightly before speaking in a dull tone:
"Something's not quite right. That Baron Helois doesn't seem to have come this far solely relying on Anthony's Scarlet Dream Blade. My lord, your Charles family might truly have produced a literal monster."