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Aldelion had only just turned 18, he was the heir to Gildaria and handled a bow quite well, but Stefania, like the other members of the lord's entourage, knew little about him — many would sometimes even forget he existed, so rarely did he appear in public. There were rumors that he greatly disliked women.
- What nonsense. So much money, time, and effort spent so that the fortunate of this world could stuff their bellies and have a good time.
- Aldelion, watch your filthy tongue, or I'll tear it out right now. - The father's tone was extremely cold and stern.
- Tsk... - The son switched to a whisper. - And why did they even drag me here...
The heir decided to step aside, where he continued his grumbling in the company of a foreigner.
Stefania knew he was some sort of mercenary who had recently appeared in her lord's retinue, but what exactly his services were, she did not know.
- A man with a quirk, no doubt. - Adalard gestured with his gaze toward one of the female guests.
- Coming here was part of the payment he demanded, he wanted to entertain his lady this way. Keep an eye on him — he is useful, but very dangerous.