C33 The same day

The Third Marquis' Mansion was not that quiet. One could faintly hear the laughter of a large group of women. The more they walked in, the more intelligent they became.

The main house in the depths of the courtyard was still lit, and the warm light shone through it.

The Duke of Beichen was holding a painting in his hand. No, he couldn't say it like that, because as he slowly opened the painting