Chapter 133
"――Peter-sama, I had considered the possibility that he might refuse, but it looks like he had more backbone than I thought it seems."
Here, in a luxurious room.
A reconstruction of aesthetics based on the history of the house and personal beliefs, linked with rigorous uniformity, as though insisting on a vivid template for nobility. The result is a room that honors noble tradition while also reflecting the owner's values.
The man with silver-blue eyes sat at the ebony desk, caressing his golden hair. He was attractive, but his features were almost artificial, with outlines that gave the impression of coldness.
He looked at the speaker, who was a middle-aged man in a butler's uniform. The man appeared serious and stern but also gave off a slightly grubby impression.
The master of the room, Peter Swift, did not change his look and said."
He had no backbone. He was just a noble in name only, even if he was from a third-class family. He was just a few steps above useless, but that's not the issue. It's that the Grey Hound's fangs are still strong and effective, but the Shadows in our household is such a useless group. It's truly disappointing. While it's commonly believed that nobles shouldn't engage in lowly behavior, ultimately, those of low birth is just that - lowly. Does this mean that thinking of them as our "strength" was a mistake?"
His speech was cold and sharp, like faded glass.
He was willing to pressure the Damwead family, his birth house, if Desmond did not respond to the invitation he sent. As a noble, one would willing to cut off even his own family for the sake of honor. But perhaps it might benefit him instead as he was a "heretic". It's true that for aristocrats, women were nothing but "tools" but ironically, putting pressure on the Terrace family might work.