Inside a luxurious carriage heading toward the palace of the count, Ilma's mansion in the core area of the city, Alex was sitting with his head resting atop his palm.
As a luxurious carriage, the seats inside it had handrests and enough space for Alex to even sleep on the seats.
"What are you thinking about, Lord Saint? This is the first time I have seen you stuck in a daze like that…"
Ethan, who was sitting upright on the opposite seat, asked the question in a curious tone.
Alex was the type of person who wouldn't let his guard down in any moment, and this was the first time Ethan had seen Alex so engrossed in his thoughts that he was not scanning the environment constantly.
"Hmm? What… you noticed that… well, it's nothing… I am just thinking about what plans could the count be making to take such weird decisions…"
Just yesterday, Alex received the letter from the count family that there was going to be a banquet held where all nobles and rich people of the city were invited.
