Armand Estate.
Garius's Private Room.
Marcellus let out a long exhale while Cedric leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Ugh! Just a few hours, and these documents seem to never end," Marcellus muttered.
Cedric groaned. "Yeah… I'd rather lead our army on the battlefield or go on a dangerous mission than deal with paperwork."
Marcellus gave him a sidelong glance with a sly smirk. "How about we take a break first?"
Cedric looked at him. "Do you think we can? Hmm? What if Father suddenly appears or comes back and sees this much paperwork still left?"
"Ceh. This is the first time you're not agreeing with me on this."
"Yeah, yeah. I don't want to get into trouble with Father. You know that."
"Whatever." Marcellus pinched the bridge of his nose before glancing at his butler and maids, then turned his gaze to Cedric's butler and maids.
"Cedric?"
"What is it, Brother Marcellus?"
"You didn't bring Meira and Zania?" Marcellus rubbed his chin.
