It Might Not Be All Good

Waldrova Castle, underground.

“Would you like to cultivate a friendship with the young lady?”

“With a young lady?”

Waldrova, who had been studying her writing, turned her head.

Luri did not like the sight of those golden eyes shining.

“W-what kind of person is she?”

She asked cautiously, suppressing her growing excitement.

Feeling exasperated at how utterly unlike an emperor she looked, Luri answered calmly.

“Apparently, she is much like you, my lord.”

“If she’s like me…… will we have things to talk about?”...