How was that possible?
Shouldn't it have been one of my uncles or my late father?
How could it be my grandfather?
Arthur's head buzzed. He felt as though a hundred thousand alpacas had stampeded past his eyes, with the one in front even spitting at him.
It wasn't that Arthur lacked experience. Old Charlie's love life was simply far too wild.
How old was Old Charlie this year?
Seventy-two!
How old was Lady Camille?
Forty-one.
Lady Camille's age was no secret. Many of her suitors knew it, just as everyone knew Linda's age-sixteen.
In other words, seventeen years ago, twenty-four-year-old Lady Camille had met fifty-five-year-old Old Charlie, resulting in the now sixteen-year-old Linda.
And that was a conservative estimate.
After all, what if they had met even earlier?
At that thought, even Arthur, with his Lv5 [Bluff], nearly lost his composure. The little fingers of his hands hanging at his sides twitched involuntarily.
But he immediately recovered.
He drew a deep breath-
Whoosh!
"That's quite a surprise."
Arthur said this in a calm voice, his expression utterly unruffled, as though he had only mentioned being surprised to humor Camille and didn't actually care at all.
Looking at Arthur like this, Camille couldn't help laughing.
"Even when faced with earth-shattering news, you remain calm and composed. Arthur, you're exactly like your grandfather-you're clearly the one who truly inherited the Creados family's 'Medium' Bloodline."
Arthur: ...
Hey, ma'am, wake up.
The Creados family doesn't have any 'Medium' Bloodline.
It's all just a con artist's tricks.
With his predecessor's memories, Arthur naturally knew the truth.
But what could he say?
Tell her his grandfather was a fraud?
Absolutely not!
If he said that, not only would Old Charlie be terribly embarrassed, but Arthur would also find himself at a severe disadvantage-after all,