Chapter 412: Maybe she likes me?

"What did the Marquee Feldrik say?"

A man with black hair, green eyes, a thin nose, and a well-structured face was sitting on a lavish chair with a calm expression. He wore a White colored coat, with a golden-colored design and had an imposing aura.

He was Duke Thronton Fulvanius. The Strongest of all four Dukes, a great and overbearing leader, and the Duke who supports the First Prince.

"He agreed."

In front of him, stood his butler, the man he trusted the most out of all his servants.

"That is good."

The Duke smiled.

The Marquee's response was well within his plans, this placed a smile on his face.

The Duke preferred things to be under his control and to achieve that, he has sometimes taken extreme steps.

"What abou-"

The Duke wanted to ask about something else, however, suddenly, the doors of his room opened and a man walked in.

"Ho-"