Chapter 41: Rank 10
"Then say it. Why did you bring Milim along? Did she not just recover from her illness?"
Emilia sneered as she looked toward Caesar, lifting her teacup and taking a small sip.
Caesar sat on the sofa, staring fixedly at the pile of pastries on the table. Earlier, he had taken only a single bite of cream cake, yet now his throat already felt cloyingly sweet, almost itching.
"Are you really going to attend the Premirer family's banquet?"
He looked toward Emilia.
"You are getting that close to Lukas Von Premirer? He may look dazzling on the surface, but in truth he is far from simple. Emilia, you have just returned from outside the palace. Do not let Lukas make use of you."
"Make use of me…"
