Watching Kent's dejected back as he left, Aaron wore an amused smile.
Women—he had seen plenty.
Back when he was Count of Green Forest, he had maintained intimate relationships with many ladies.
And after awakening from his slumber, he had never suppressed his desires.
A mere Helen with a touch of young-lady temper was hardly worth his notice.
What he had noticed was Kent's change.
"He has already violated the Law of Accident... He absolutely cannot let Helen go!"
Aaron was certain of it.
"So... what price will fate's interference make him pay? I'm looking forward to it..."
The next day.
Inside the St. Margaret's upscale dining hall.
With a pristine white napkin tucked at his chest, Aaron was savoring his breakfast with full concentration.
Sweet hot cocoa paired with perfectly fried soft-boiled eggs, with bacon, grilled sausages, and sandwiches at the side—enough to start a wonderful day.
Just as he finished the last smoked sausage and slowly sipped his hot cocoa, he saw Captain Wilson leading several burly sailors armed with hunting rifles toward the first-class cabins, their faces dark with ill luck.
"Looks like... something has happened to a distinguished guest."
Beside Aaron, a middle-aged man in a suit muttered uneasily to himself.
Aaron nodded in agreement.
If something had happened to a third-class passenger, the captain might not even have blinked.
A second-class passenger would earn a slight frown and an entry in the ship's log.
Only trouble involving a distinguished first-class guest, or some major incident that endangered the entire vessel, could make even Wilson wear such an expression.
Aaron wiped his hands clean with his napkin and hurried after them.
Captain Wilson and the sailors raced all the way to Helen's suite.
Quite a few passengers had gathered around, pointing and whispering at the