Chapter 411
A whiff of laughter was released by Orland, who in his admirable demeanour continued to converse with the previous Noverrne’s Duke.
"Don’t exaggerate. The kid is very polite even as I tell him to loosen up."
"Hmph, he should be. As amiable as you are, he was taught to respect those who deserve it." — Strict, Dolton Noverrne conveyed serious yet with a hidden hint of playfulness in his statement, opening one eye to peek at Sylfinnier’s Duke, whose gaze had drifted back to the young men and women conversing with each other at a certain corner of the marvellous Hall. — "... and I see your daughter is one he deems deserving, how glad I am. Our children being friends was a dream we used to have, remember?"
A soft smile was drawn in Orland... although it felt sadness as he recalled the younger days of his daughter, continuing to talk with a trustworthy friend whom he valued in his warm comprehension.
"... Of course I remember... It is still a wish I keep in me. However, even if late... a friendship might already be growing between them without us getting involved."
"Fufufu~! Indeed, indeed, my friend... back in the day it wasn’t just the right time. Don’t get gloomy after something we could not change, Orland."
Awareness to Dolton’s words was quickly gained by the Duke and his nod was appreciative to the pat his friend’s hand gave to his arm, deciding to change the subject, although still wishing to talk about their children.
"You are right, it is useless to think about it after so many years have gone by. However, I would like to tell you how appreciative I am of your son’s help."
"Oh, do not mention it. He told me about it and he seemed excited to be of help to you."
"... haha, was he now?"