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I immediately knew who the visitor was without even seeing who they were. It had to be Harriet’s father, the Duke of Saint-Ouen.
‘Just how impatient is this old man that he has to come to the Temple the very next day?’
Mr. Effenhauser had said that since the visitor wasn’t my legal guardian, I could choose whether to meet with him or not. However, I wasn’t the sort of person who had the guts to turn down a visit from the Duke of Saint-Ouen.
I had to admit, I could only be strong when dealing with the weak and could do nothing when faced with those with power.
We entered the main lobby of the Temple’s Royal Class dormitory. Mr. Effenhauser escorted me to the visitation room and then left. I wasn’t expecting much since the room was called a “visitation room,” but it turned out to be a luxurious drawing room.
“Are you Reinhart?”
“Ah, yes I am.”
The duke was a middle-aged gentleman wearing a black suit, a black homburg hat, and carrying a gray walking stick, finished off with a well-styled mustache. He looked less like a mage and more like a plain, neat nobleman.
“It is an honor to meet you, Your Grace.”
I didn’t know the proper etiquette for dealing with nobility, so that was all I could say.
“Take a seat.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
I sat opposite the Duke, and suddenly, a teacup appeared in front of me, and it began to fill with black tea, which was being poured out from a teapot that had appeared in the same manner.
No matter how many times I saw it, magic seemed so convenient.
The duke did not introduce himself formally or anything like that. He just...
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