After nearly an hour wandering the market, I felt I could open a "Noble Tourist Guide" business with high flight hours.
I tried to teach Duke Tristan how to bargain without scaring the vendors (a failure), how to smile without looking like he was intimidating someone (an even bigger failure), and how to choose flowers that didn't look like he was planning a funeral.
In short, he was not talented in worldly matters.
But strangely... that only added to his charm.
"In that case, I shall take my leave here, Lady Liliane," he said flatly, without emotion as usual.
Oh no, no, no. After I went to all the trouble of being a free tour guide, is he just going to leave?
Wait, my Duke, where is his carriage? How is he getting home?
"Duke Tristan!" I called out quickly before he could take another step.
The tall man stopped. His movement was slow, but his aura immediately made the wind stop blowing.
"Who are you going home with, Duke?" I asked.
"..."
