The atmosphere was congenial during the half-hour wait.
"You know, when I was your age, I also longed for adventure."
Marquis Orlando leaned back on the soft sofa, lost in his memories.
"I wasn't eligible to inherit a title, so I had no choice but to take a rundown ship out to sea. I traded with the Sea Race in the Sea of Storms, dodged pirates in the Mist Islands, and even traveled to the Southern Continent, where I exchanged a shipload of ironware for spices worth ten times the price. Those were truly thrilling days."
Raylo listened quietly, sensing the passion and drive of a pioneer in the man's words.
'This is a powerful man who built his own fortune with his own two hands,' Raylo assessed inwardly.
However, half an hour passed, and Miss Avril was still nowhere to be seen.
Marquis Orlando's brow furrowed slightly. Just as he was about to order the butler to hurry her along again, the guard he had sent to deliver the message came jogging back, a troubled look on his face.
