“Really?!”
“Wow, as expected of the young Duke Valenstein!”
“…This has nothing to do with my status. And it’s not certain yet.”
“Come on, we can still hope! It would be amazing if you know the future queen!”
“…”
The senior knight’s encouraging words seemed to have the opposite effect. Raywin’s expression became very gloomy.
As the senior knights straightened up, noticing the young Duke Valenstein’s mood, Raywin glanced at Printz.
“Sir Printz, have you heard anything about the Holy Scripture?”
“Huh? No?”
“Really?”
“Yes. Not really…?”
His clear eyes and innocent face made it plain that further questioning was unnecessary.
Raywin decided to ask something else. His voice carried a question, even more cautious than before.
“Then, perhaps…”
“Yes?”
“What if His Majesty the King becomes your brother-in-law…?”
“B-Brother-in-law? His Majesty? Sir Raywin, what a disloyal assumption…!”
Raywin’s eyes briefly lit up…