After his cheap father, Bernard, and the others left, only Isabella and the captured Daz and his men remained in the castle.
"Baron Nalant, you wished to see me?" In the first-floor sitting room of the castle, Isabella entered gracefully under a servant's guidance.
"Miss Isabella, please, sit."
Hearing this, Nalant immediately set down the book in his hands and gestured for her to sit.
Then he personally poured Isabella a cup of milk tea from the tray.
"Thank you."
Isabella thanked him, then looked at Nalant with a somewhat strange light in her eyes.
When facing enemies in battle, the man before her was resourceful and cunning, and he always charged at the forefront with unmatched courage.
Yet in ordinary moments, he appeared gentlemanly and mild-mannered.
To be honest, Isabella had never met such an outstanding man before.
Though they had only known each other for a day or two, Isabella found his figure often surfacing in her mind.
"Miss Isabella, try this milk tea first. My castle's head chef just developed it. See how it tastes!"
Sensing Isabella's gaze, Nalant merely smiled faintly and did not pay much attention to it.
Instead, he pointed at the cup of milk tea.
Nalant had asked Head Chef Rose to develop it some time ago. As his territory gradually got on track, Lord Nalant's standards of living had also risen bit by bit.
And so, he had begun thinking of the milk tea from his previous life.
The only troublesome thing was that this world seemed not to have tea leaves in the true sense.
Fortunately, Head Chef Rose had plenty of free time. To fulfill her lord's orders, she had researched the tender leaves of many different plants.
And just these past two days, Head Chef Rose had finally completed