Chapter 115: King Kong and the Hybrid Clash (3)
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“......”
“This cake is surprisingly good. Must be my age showing—I’ve been craving sweets more often these days. Haha.”
“...Why are you here? No... never mind. That’s a foolish question.”
“Recognizing your own foolishness is a commendable quality.”
“......”
“Your gaze is disrespectful.”
At a luxurious café in the capital, frequented by nobles, two men sat face-to-face. The café was known for offering private rooms where patrons could enjoy solitude or avoid prying eyes. Popular among the elite, it was almost always fully booked.
And yet, in one of those private rooms, an unexpected meeting was taking place.
“Let me rephrase: what brings you here, Duke Magnus? What about the North?”
The tension between the pair was palpable. One was a young man with a furrowed brow, the other an older man, outwardly youthful but nearing his sixties. This was Magnus Yulia de Lionel, the Duke of Lionel—a ruler of the vast northern territory, a dominion that could stand as a nation in its own right.
Magnus responded with a smirk, his tone laced with condescension.