Hearing Georgina's words, Sno narrowed his eyes slightly, giving his handsome face a somewhat dangerous expression. He leaned forward a little, idly turning the teacup in his hand as he said in an even, emotionless tone:
"Duchess Georgina, just say what you mean."
Georgina was not surprised by Sno's attitude. Aside from the few pathways where a noble title could accelerate acting and digestion, titles were not something worth spending much thought on for a demigod. She had used a title as an opening because, according to MI9's records, this gentleman's father had devoted his entire life to restoring the family's title. That was why she had considered whether she could gain his support at the lowest possible cost.
Of course, it was merely a simple probe. Success would be profitable; failure would cost her nothing.
The duchess adjusted her sitting posture, making herself appear more delicate. Then she lowered her gaze, avoiding looking directly at Sno with those sharp eyes as much as possible to prevent triggering a stress response.
Only then did she adjust her tone and say:
"Mr. Sno, the Intis Worker's Movement has caused quite a stir among the nations of the continent."
"So?" Sno set down his teacup and made a casual gesture, drawing a teapot unlike the usual black-tea service from the Gate of Light beside him. As he poured himself tea and drank, he watched Georgina's performance with interest.
Yet surprisingly, the duchess did not show the slightest anger at Sno's dismissive manner. Still maintaining her somewhat lowered posture, she said:
"When war comes, no one will tolerate unstable factors in their rear. The Intis Worker's Movement has already bared its fangs, so I believe we should discuss this organization's future 'place.'"
"Is that why?" Sno raised an eyebrow noncommittally, his tone becoming