"Another Soul-Eating Moth has lost contact."
Duke Anno took a light sip of the scalding black tea in his cup. His gaze fell upon Prince Lucius, whose robes were loose as he flirted with a serving girl. The corner of the Duke's mouth curved into a barely perceptible arc.
"I must say, Your Highness Prince Lucius, your brothers and sisters... are certainly not without their talents."
"HAHAHAHAHA, so what?"
Lucius burst out laughing and casually pulled a serving girl into his embrace. He traced her pale jaw with his finger as if teasing a pet and drawled lazily.
"Even if they have some ability, how could they possibly be a match for my great Duke Anno? More importantly... when does the next phase of our plan begin?"
"Are the armies fully assembled?"
Anno asked coolly.
"Of course!"
Lucius tore his gaze from the serving girl's blushing cheeks and turned to the middle-aged nobleman, Erwin, who stood silently to the side.
