KNOCK KNOCK.
A knock came at the door.
Ronin was hunched over a sheet of paper, organizing and planning based on the information Jenny had compiled. Without looking up, he uttered a single word: "Enter."
He thought it was Ridder, Elron, or one of his other men. He never expected it would be a young girl in gorgeous attire, looking like the daughter of a noble, who walked in carrying a fruit platter.
"And you are?" Ronin put down his pen.
The girl curtsied, her red lips parting slightly as she spoke in a sweet voice, "Viscount, I am the daughter of the Civil Servant of Giant Stone Territory. You may call me Betty."
As she spoke, she placed the fruit platter on the table. Trailing a faint scent of perfume, she came to Ronin's side and proactively reached out to massage his shoulders.
"You've had a long journey, Viscount. I was sent specially to serve you."
Ronin frowned slightly and casually picked up a book to cover the parchment on his desk.
