'A man who puts discipline and laws above familial emotions... a just lord but a cold father, I wonder how much you know, Alger Barley,' Rion remarked inwardly.
"My liege?" Yuura, who was staring at the table full of plates that had various colourful and stylish meals that suited a noble estate, called out to him with a confused expression, as he had never seen something like this.
Rion came out of his thoughts, turned his head towards Yuura and asked, "What's wrong?"
Yuura pointed at the table and mumbled, "That's food?"
The corners of Rion's lips lifted upwards. He nodded his head and added, "Yes, that's our dinner."
The maids were already gone after placing the plates. The two were standing a few steps away from the table, as a few minutes ago, the servants had brought in a wooden table and two chairs because the guest quarters weren't furnished for receiving company.
