Northern Plan

While Fielm was still in a daze, Victoria was also carefully studying the young man with blond hair, who looked about the same age as her nephew.

So young, yet he had created something as incredible as the Magic Shadow Play.

It was not a technical invention, but an innovation of thought. The Duchess could not help but sigh: before these new things, it truly was the young people who possessed creativity. Compared with the previous generation, they could integrate into this New Era more quickly.

Though she herself was not particularly old, she was, after all, an elder. Having spent so many years among the upper nobility, she sometimes felt that her own mindset was no longer young.

If this Fielm's character proved trustworthy as well... it would not be a bad thing for Fendil to have found such a friend. As for the gap in their status... even the old ancestor had declared an intention to reform the ancestral system, so it was better to follow the tide.

These tangled thoughts passed in an instant. Victoria's expression did not change; to outsiders, she remained the cold-faced Duchess. She merely nodded to Fielm at the appropriate moment. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Fielm."

"I... I am pleased too. It is an honor," Fielm said hurriedly, lowering his head. "I often heard Fendil speak of you."

"Oh?" A trace of curiosity entered Victoria's voice. "How did he speak of me?"

"He said you..." Nervously, Fielm nearly blurted it out. But after only a few words, he caught the look Fendil was giving him—a look that said, We are friends with no grievances between us, and now business partners besides. Surely the terrifying might of a mere aunt cannot be that great?—and swiftly revised what followed. "He said you are full