A flicker of fear and fascination crossed the Youth's eyes. He raised his head to look at Madam Mandel, but remained silent.
"Oh ho ho, I forgot. I previously ordered that he was not allowed to speak when outsiders were present—my little darling, you may speak now. Tell our honored guest, how do I usually treat you?"
Covering her mouth lightly with a delicate hand clad in black lace gloves, Madam Mandel gave the order casually, wearing a seductive smile.
"Very... very well. Being Mistress Pomona's servant is the greatest fortune of my life."
Having received Madam Mandel's command, the Youth crawling on the floor answered swiftly.
"Hehe, good boy. Tonight, big sister will give you your favorite 'reward.'"
Very satisfied with the Youth's response, Madam Mandel giggled coquettishly and brought her toes, wrapped in black fishnet stockings, to his lips. With an almost devout expression, he kissed them.
"I have no interest in your private hobbies, Madam Mandel."
Watching this scene, Anvis spoke calmly, utterly unmoved.
That's it?
Sorry, that's not depraved enough to make me turn around for you.
We're both nobles. Who are you looking down on?
"Oh, all right, little cutie. You may leave first. Once big sister's guest has gone, come back and serve big sister."
Seeing that Anvis remained calm, Madam Mandel did not care. She merely sweetly ordered the Youth on the floor to leave.
The latter respectfully knocked his head against the floor, then slowly crawled into a small door at the side of the study.
"You see, I greatly respect your opinion, Your Excellency, and have already sent him away. Might Your Excellency also satisfy a lady's small curiosity and temporarily remove your hood?"
After the Youth left, Madam Mandel's aggressive gaze returned to Anvis.
As an Eighth Rank powerhouse, being