My sister’s voice was still heavy with exhaustion as she responded.

“…Alright.”

The door opened.

The first thing I saw was his boots—those obnoxious, irritating boots—filling my entire field of vision.

Percival sneered.

“So even the most beautiful woman in high society looks like a mess when she’s sick. I suppose it’s impressive that you still manage to have some charm in this state.”

“Since you already knew that, did you bring anything for me?”

“…What?”

“You came to see the most beautiful lady in high society, yet you didn’t even bring a gift? I’ve never allowed a man into my room without at least a bouquet.”@@novelbin@@

“…”

Round one of this battle of insufferability went to my sister.

For a moment, Percival was speechless. Then, pretending he hadn’t been provoked in the slightest, he let out a dry laugh.

“Interesting.”

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