Aleister turned his head slightly and sized up this Cheng Yaojin who had suddenly barged in.
He was a young man who looked quite upright and serious.
He appeared to be in his early thirties, with an unmistakably mature air, though his build was fairly well-proportioned. He wore tortoiseshell glasses that shimmered faintly with a balanced radiance. His short, curly black hair had been carefully styled, giving him a crisp, refreshing appearance.
The young man wore a sleeveless tan sweater over a white shirt. His brows were always furrowed, leaving deep creases on his face, which gave Aleister a sense of déjà vu—as though he were Sherlock or Edward.
Aleister could tell from his clothes and bearing alone that this man had not approached them because he had taken a fancy to someone's looks. He was looking at Manager Val with clear displeasure. At the same time, he felt not the slightest bit of fear, which meant this man's status was far higher than Manager Val's. That was why he dared to ruin his plans at a time like this.
"...Prince Siya Erduo."
Manager Val's expression stiffened. He glanced at Aleister and did his best to hint, "This is... the guest the earl wishes to see."
Yet even Aleister could easily detect the helplessness in his words.
"Prince?"
Aleister keenly noticed the word.
In the Stibium Kingdom, the only people who could probably be addressed as "Prince" were the children of Valentine VII—Alfonso Valentine.
If Aleister remembered correctly, old Alfonso's Queen was also a Child of the Moon.
No wonder Siya Erduo had appeared in a place like this and was even receiving the highest degree of respect from Manager Val.
Even so, Children of the Moon were still not something one could discuss in public. Thus, he could not