He always kept his head down and rarely spoke first. Even when he did, it was just a few short words, and his eyes held a trace of shyness.
It felt like... like he was a child?
In truth, the Kurt of the past had been incredibly cheerful.
At past gatherings, he had always been the life of the party, sometimes even the source of all the noise.
His laughter was hearty and infectious, easily drawing the attention of everyone around him.
He was never stingy with his words. He could speak eloquently with nobles and commoners alike, as if the whole world was under his control.
However, his confidence didn't come from within, but from his fief and his title.
The land, the wealth, and the title of Independent Noble were like a magnificent suit of armor, allowing him to hold his head high in a crowd.
But when it all crumbled overnight—when his fief was seized and his title stripped—that "armor" vanished into thin air, leaving him with nothing but his bare self.
Afraid, bashful, shy...
