Bertha burst out laughing at the end upon receiving a surprise gift from her grandson and her helper's cute actions.
“I can't stop you,” she said as she happily gave him her cane.
Idith pondered for a moment and then picked up the cane in a movement similar to picking up a longsword.
“I didn’t even expect much from the Viscount…”
It seemed like she was trying to avoid the word son-in-law:
“I didn’t think my grandson would be more anxious than my granddaughter.”
‘To think he would do something so cute.’ She followed Idith in a cheerful mood.
Idith bowed deeply to her again.
Idith thought that the reason why she followed him without concern was probably because she saw his face beforehand.
She was once again remembered for the greatness of her foresight.
She wasn't thinking about it at first, but she swore that she would never lie in front of the madam.
White lies or not, it would seem like child's play to someone who already knew everything.
He politely led Bertha to the bedroom.
She followed him with a gait so powerful, so firm that it didn't fit someone so old.
***
There were a few reasons why Aden brought Bertha to Ilyin's room.
First, she was Ilyin's only blood relative, so he had to be on her side.
Even though he was the Duke of Winter and the master of Biflten who ruled the snowstorm-frozen north, he could not force marriage with Ilyin.
Of course, Ilyin seemed happy in his embrace, but if his grandmother Bertha objected to the marriage, he didn't know what would happen.
He didn't think that Ilyin would leave Biflten immediately, but even if she thought about leaving, he had no intention of letting her go.
“Treat her with the utmost care.”
Aden didn't want Ilyin to feel an even greater loss than losing his mother and if he did and it was because of him, it would be an even greater sin.
Winning Bertha's heart for Ilyin was something he had to do.
If Bertha found Aden uncomfortable, then Ilyin wouldn't be able to stay comfortably.
If he got on the wrong side of Bertha, a cruel situation could arise where Ilyin would have to choose between Bertha and Biflten.
"Welcome." Ilyin greeted Bertha with a bright face.
Another important reason was because of this.
Ilyin lost his mother suddenly a few days ago, he hoped spending time with her family would comfort her.
Fortunately, Ilyin regained her laughter quickly while with Bertha and the nights she was alone with her thoughts, she spent with Aden.
By spending a few lewd nights – it would make Idith, who was watching the door, feel embarrassed – he was just trying his best not to make her feel alone.
“It’s Milo.”
Aden tilted his head a little, there was no reason for Milo to be here now.
"Between."
‘What was the reason for Milo to personally go to Viscount Arlen’s house?’ Aden thought.
“Milo at your service.”
Milo came dressed in a servant's clothes instead of the Acid Merchant's head.
It wasn't very surprising.
Milo's task was not limited to taking care of the market.
Milo's tasks also involved going undercover and gathering information.
“Cut the formality.”
Even if no one was looking, Aden had no intention of having a long conversation in a room that wasn't soundproof.
"What is it?"
Milo moved carefully.
He brought a pen and paper and then transmitted the report in writing.
Aden didn't think it was too much of a precaution.
Of course, there was almost no one who could be so quiet around him without him noticing.
Their senses were so rare that it was difficult to find them among the Biflten monsters, who had much sharper senses than humans.
Still, it was better to be careful.
[I think you should return to the winter region quickly.]
Milo wrote.
Aden's eyes narrowed.
Idith, who was guarding behind him, widened her eyes.
Milo quickly wrote below.
[We received a report from Elo around the mansion.]
‘From Elo?’ There was only one thing that could make them report in such a hurry.
[Is it about the Esther Tribe?’] – Aden
[Yes.]
There was no way.
Even though it was April when the northwest wind was strong, there was no way the powerful Elo would quickly collapse to the point where it would have to contact the mansion in just a few days.
If they didn't have so much strength to contain the monsters, they wouldn't be able to keep their main base close to the monsters' territory to begin with.
And anyway, messengers would have difficulty delivering messages in cold weather, so news of the Winter Duke heading to the warm region could not have come from the mansion's proximity.
How then could the Esther Tribe, which was so weak against Divine Power, move at such a perfect time?
Something was wrong.
[Prepare yourself.]
He wrote as he stood up.