The old Count sat in the high-backed chair at the head of the table, wearing a blue-black velvet robe, with a fur blanket draped over him.
However, compared to before, the old Count's eyes had a bit more brightness to them.
When he saw Rod enter with Vivian, the old Count even attempted to stand up with his cane.
He tried twice, but ultimately remained seated.
At this moment, Vivian had already changed out of her long black tights and was wearing an ivory long dress.
Her long hair was meticulously styled into an elegant bun, with a few strands hanging beside her ears.
Her delicate face bore a gentle smile, looking like a typical noble lady.
"Father."
Vivian gracefully lifted her skirt a bit, bent her knees slightly in greeting, "Father, may today's sunshine bring you health and happiness."
"Avril, my child."
The old Count looked at Vivian with affection, his voice filled with longing,
"It's been so long since I've seen you, you look even more beautiful."
