It's been a long time since girls cast such frank glances in my direction, filled with hatred and contempt. This is temperament! It's probably hereditary. According to rumors, Laura's mother, before becoming the Duchess, worked as an assassin in the Zing Empire. Well, I’ll survive somehow. The main thing is that the moment for the attack was hopelessly missed and my fiancee understood this. Stopping opposite the Duke and his retinue, Laura defiantly refused to greet her overlord, proudly raising her head. I had to take the rap for two. I fawned, bowed humbly, muttered incomprehensibly that it was a great honor for me to behold, like this, the beacon and hope of Europe. In short, I had a lot of fun. Apparently, my efforts were not in vain.