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Aldelion had only just turned 18, he was the heir to Guildaria 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 will rip it out right now. - His father's tone was extremely cold and stern.
- Tch... - 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 that 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.
- Appearing 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.
Aldelion's behavior was undoubtedly not quite befitting such an event. Not to mention the family he came from. But at the same time, Stefania could not condemn the young lord. On the contrary, she smiled almost imperceptibly, as if agreeing with his opinion. But when Adalard scolded him, the girl looked as cold and aloof as possible. It was not her business to meddle in family disputes.
As for Adalard's order to keep an eye on the mercenary, Stefania merely nodded:
"It shall be done" — that was what her gesture conveyed.
