In the private room of the Armand Estate, Garius sat comfortably.
Beside him, his wife Francesca sat with her usual grace and elegance, sipping tea while picking at the refreshments before her.
Across from them—
Eridith.
And unlike Francesca's refined demeanor—
She was munching through a full meat feast.
Loudly.
Francesca's eyebrow twitched as she set down her teacup, her calm eyes focusing on the uncivilized display before her.
"Eridith."
"Hmmm?" Eridith barely glanced up, still chewing.
Francesca sighed. "At least eat like a lady. Not like a child."
Eridith pouted.
"Eeehhh… but I like it this way."
She picked up another large piece of meat, taking an exaggerated bite.
Garius chuckled, watching the exchange with amusement.
Francesca simply shook her head. It was always like this.
A knock echoed through the private room. Garius glanced up, setting his drink aside.
"Come in."