Chapter 258: School Festival (4)
Anyone who knew about Duke Tristan’s reputation would definitely be questioning his recent moves. Gideon was always regarded as the ‘model student’ of the Empire’s nobility; he never did anything out of the ordinary, he’d carry out all of his schedules, no matter how tight it was, and he’d always maintain a fair, yet strict attitude even towards his subordinates.
That was why, seeing how he did not show up through all kinds of major incidents that happened recently—like the Harvest Festival or the incident in the Imperial Palace—a set of questions popped out in everyone’s head.
Where did he go? What has he been doing?
“…T-This is—”
Marquis Bogut, who managed to find the answer to those questions, looked at the other person, flustered.
The Duke Tristan—Gideon—he remembered always carried an aura resembling that of a strict prosecutor; always looked on edge, and always wearing an expressionless look.
But his current looks were completely different.
Unshaven, rough beard, a training suit that had turned into something like an old straw mat—something that couldn’t even be called clothes anymore, a worn-out sword which even its handle had worn away, implying that it had been swung around more than it could handle.
The sharp atmosphere which always reminded people of a blade that used to envelope him had been replaced with a rather softer one.