After finishing the communication with the King of Molten Iron, Count Mills abruptly pushed open the oak window shutters.
The blinding afternoon sunlight poured into the study, causing him to squint instinctively.
He took several deep breaths of the air carrying the scent of garden roses, his chest rising and falling as he tried to dispel the irritability and sense of humiliation brought by the negotiation.
Gradually, his thoughts settled and returned to his usual calmness.
"Perhaps... I should ransom Shire back."
As his mood gradually calmed down, reflecting on the negotiation with the Evil Dragon earlier, a wave of regret seized him.
Count Mills realized that the decision he made at the last moment was driven by emotion and lacked rationality.
The Flower Knight had indeed become useless, losing his former value.
But for the Albert Family, with their strong foundation, taking care of one useless person was no difficulty at all.
More importantly.
