By the middle of the banquet, Uncle Leif had walked over and casually said, "Long time no see, Anna."
"It has been a long time, Count Leif." After saying this, Madame Anna turned to Altair and said, "It seems you have some private matters to discuss. I'll go sit somewhere else."
After she left with elegant steps, Uncle Leif came forward and asked, "How have you been feeling lately? Hahn told me you haven't been in a good mood these past few days."
Since Altair had learned about the unrest in the Factory District a week ago, he had begun to blame himself deep down.
Someone educated in a peaceful era for more than twenty years wouldn't even raise their voice in public in daily life unless someone pushed them to the point of threatening their safety. How much worse, then, was it to have indirectly caused the deaths of over a hundred Commoners?
As for the "gang members" who had died at his hands, he hadn't felt anything unusual. Perhaps he really was just a "hypocrite."
Altair smiled at Leif and said, "Today's been all right."
Uncle Leif breathed a sigh of relief. "You haven't seemed yourself these past couple of days. It's not good for your physical or mental health. Try to relax a little. You weren't responsible for what happened afterward..."
After his uncle finished offering words of comfort, Altair changed the subject and asked, "Is this banquet about dealing with the arms factory? I've already run into a lot of people involved today."
Leif nodded with a smile and explained, "That's right. As you know, Earl Hall is involved too, so he took the lead in organizing this banquet."
"I just saw you dancing with his eldest son."
"That's right." Altair suppressed his disgust, sighed, and