The cold moonlight bathed the plains of Morningstar territory.
In the midst of the gigantic magical screens,
An Su donned an elegant deep black tailcoat, a white high-collared shirt, and sported a mature and playful little mustache. His silvery hair fell naturally, and he stood there before the three border families, ramrod straight.
Very handsome and mature.
"Worthy of my son, really awesome!"
Today was Count Karlo's most exhilarating day.
Having been provoked by those two old bastards time and time again, the Count had been silently fuming inside.
Like a protagonist in a novel script who endures the villain's slaps in silence,
The reason Count Karlo had managed to bear it all this time was precisely to enjoy the expressions on those two old bastards' faces now!