Chapter 121: To a new friendship? (1/2)

[Gorfard mansion]

”Oh!? That prince said that?”

Currently, in one of the VIP rooms standing above the ballroom, Loki was listening to his butler as he described the events that happened.

Aside from being a little shocked at how the boy imposed himself, he was once again jealous about how his dead nemesis could have such a promising son while he was stuck with some stupid bastard.

One of the reasons he had so many children was that he dreamed of the day one of his offspring could show superior talent.

'All I got are those garbages.'

Though Leonard had some talent, it was just not bad in his eyes and far from his target.

He sighed as he thought about his niece, Lilin, the daughter of his deceased brother and Lilith. Even now, he didn't understand how such a guy could have such a talented daughter.

This showed that the genes of the royal families were simply on another level. Thinking so, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of child he could have if he laid with those two women.

”Your lordship?”

”Hum, no matter. Where did that woman send the prince?”

That woman of course was the duchess. A rather useless woman whose sole use had been giving him more clout when he fought for the title of heir back then. Now that she was useless, if it wasn't to keep a good image in public, she would have already vanished after some 'accident'.

”The lady sent the prince to the same waiting room as the Ares Highland.”

”Hum…”

He twirled his glass full of red wine as he pondered. The fact that the second heir of the Highland participated in his party was pretty unexpected;

Of course, he knew that the boy should have come for Sol, but why?

”I see. Then, you did a good job. Go tell my useless son that he has thirty minutes to prepare himself and entertain the prince.”

The threat in his tone was unmistakable, the Duke seemed really pissed off with his son.

Bowing, the butler turned and left the room.

Now alone, the Duke's eyes squinted as he watched the back of his 'loyal' butler.

'Seem like I need to erase him later.'

He had absolutely no proof, and it was nothing more than a feeling, but he would rather kill and be proven wrong later rather than trust and be betrayed.

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Meanwhile, Sol sat with a troubled expression as he faced Ares.

It had been somewhat of a surprise to see the man here, but once he understood that Ares was, in fact, coming to see him, he relaxed his furrowed brows a little.

Currently, the two of them sat in an extremely lavish room. In some way, this guest room seemed even more luxurious than some of the main rooms in the tower of babel.

Of course, this didn't mean that the Gorfard were wealthier.

From what Sol could see, this ostentatious need to show off one wealth was generally born from a repressed feeling of inferiority.

As such, this act of showing off was basically like screaming, 'Look at me! Look how great I am!'

Generally, the more inferior someone felt when they were low, the more they would show off once they succeeded.

Well, it was also possible that the Duke was someone extremely narcissistic, or perhaps it was a mix of those two.

Sol thought idly as he sat in the awkward silence. Finally, seemingly unable to take the silence anymore, Ares spoke,

”Your highness, are you an avid drinker?”

This was a question so abrupt that Sol could only hold in his urge to laugh, for fear to discourage the man who had finally gathered his courage.

Once his laughter was under control, he answered, ”Well, it's really hard to say, though I do not mind drinking, I do not particularly enjoy it either. At least, I did not develop a taste for it.”

In his past life, he died before being legally old enough to drink, and in this life, after he became legally old enough to drink he found that he had a constitution that stopped him from becoming drunk.