"Haha, I've heard about you, Odvar!"
The Red Chancellor laughed, pushing Valentin VIII off his lap before grabbing Louise, who was behind him, and pulling her to sprawl across the table.
In the unabashed cries of Queen Louise—now the Empress Dowager, he loudly proclaimed, "I had heard about your youthful exploits—truly, even I am astounded by your bravery!"
—That was no exploit. Nor could it be called bravery.
Professor Laximi just thought indifferently to himself.
"...An exploit?"
Valentin VIII pulled up his trousers, curiously asking his stepfather.
He had long adapted to this depraved and sinful "love," now only slightly uncomfortable because Professor Laximi, the stranger with a stern face, was present and ruining the ambiance.
