After politely seeing Black Rose off, Ambrose couldn't help humming a little tune from his homeland.0

He had the habit of allowing himself a small moment of smug satisfaction whenever he closed a big deal, but never too much. If he got carried away, the money would vanish just as quickly. That was wisdom distilled from several centuries of life.0

What he hadn't expected was for Catherine to suddenly appear behind him and comment, "That's an interesting melody. I've never heard a song with a rhythm like that."3

Ambrose turned around and looked at the elven queen, whose eyes were still faintly red. The atmosphere instantly seemed to turn awkward.2

Before this, Catherine had been nothing more than a sheep primed for slaughter, someone he could smile at while sharpening his knife. But the contract had been signed, and in the near future, she'd be working for him. Worse, he'd be responsible for her food and lodging. That made everything feel very different. 0

He disliked subordinates who were both powerful and of...0