Chapter 32: Lucian

The countess' eyes widened for a split second before returning to her usual blank but polite expression. "His majesty?"

"Yes. Since his majesty and I will be working together, I would like to do my best and get along with him."

That and also... I need to confirm something.

"..." Countess Friar took her time to answer and leisurely sipped on tea.

...?

Am I imagining it or is she... grinning?

Nah, no way.

The tea was finished, and the countess finally spoke.

"Cold, cruel. A tyrant." Countess Friar put down the teacup and then looked at me. "Are you aware that his majesty is described as that?"

Duh.

That's the charm of . 

It falls under the trope of a sunshine character melting the cold tyrant.

It's literally in the title.