Saving the Madam

"...Wealth, status, prestige, even one's state of health—all differ from the moment of birth. Therefore, I hereby declare that people are absolutely not equal!"

On the screen, a middle-aged man was delivering an impassioned speech. He was broad and powerfully built, with a thick head of graying curls. The nameplate beneath him bore his name: Charles D. Bretonnia.

Leon sat on the sofa, watching the man's performance on television. His brows gradually furrowed, his expression inexplicably pained.

Creak.

The door opened, and Irisviel, dressed in white, entered carrying tea. After adding milk and sugar, she set it on the low table beside the sofa...