Alvitr was no less competitive, listing one by one the achievements her precious daughter had attained in just a single year.
The two people being compared by their mothers could only sit helplessly in their seats, facing each other in silence.
Whether out of etiquette or some other consideration, Pandora had originally only wanted to leave a sufficiently good impression on the Duke during their first meal together.
She had never expected that the one to disrupt everything would be her own mother.
However, when she secretly glanced at the Duke's cheerful expression as he spoke with her mother, she felt that perhaps this was not so bad after all.
At the very least, through her mother's "bragging," her own strengths were gradually being displayed before the Duke.
And Dark, who had been compared to her, was outstanding enough as well.
That way, the two of them would give people the impression of standing on the same level.
Still, she did not particularly care about such things.
The main reason she had dressed so formally this morning was to see the Duke's attitude toward mixed-bloods.
And now, it seemed that the Duke held no prejudice whatsoever against mixed-bloods.
That made her breathe a sigh of relief.
As long as this most fundamental issue did not become an obstacle, there would always be ways to resolve everything else that could be changed.
As Pandora pondered, she cut the steak on her plate into small, delicate pieces.
The steak was delicious, but unfortunately, from today onward, she could no longer eat to her heart's content.
After all, a girl had to act like a girl.
"Pandora, you'll be a fifth-year student in autumn, won't you?"
Claire Kate's sudden question made the hand holding Pandora's fork tremble slightly, and sauce from the steak