"Haa..."
With a sigh, the middle-aged lady put down her pen and massaged her temples.
After a few short moments, the middle-aged lady lifted her head.
Looking at the man dressed in clean white shirt and black suit.
"I cannot believe Count Hebral would fall so low as to assassinate my husband."
"I was quite sure he wouldn't dare even if he was given the opportunity to."
Seeing the Baroness filled with doubt the tidy man spoke.
"May I offer you my opinion, madam?"
The middle-aged lady stopped supporting her forehead and looked at the standing man.
"You may."
"I believe he received a certain assistance. As you've said, he did not possess the mental strength to make such a low move."
The middle-aged lady hummed and looked back to the papers in hand.
"What do you think about the 'guests' my daughter brought?"
After pondering over his words, the man carefully spoke.
"The young man has extraordinary strength and instincts. He appears to be quite good at pointing out small details, but also often fails to interpret them in a correct manner. He lacks a great amount of knowledge in many aspects but is able to understand social cues. Strictly speaking, he's very daring but knows when to hold back."
The middle-aged lady nodded, as if making mental notes.
Seeing the middle-aged lady not intervening, the man continued.
"The young girl is both perceptive and curious. But, she too, knows when to hold the reins of her curiosity tightly. She also seems to learn quickly, but her thinking is often too straightforward. She seems to be aware of her appearance and is quite confident. Although her knowledge is not broad, she does specialize in certain areas. This means she often relies on others to fill the holes in her judgments."
The middle-aged lady listened with interest before frowning lightly.
Moving her hand up to stop any further explanation, she asked.
"If the young man lacks greatly in knowledge and the young girl knows many things only in certain areas, how do they effectively get around. Does my daughter contribute to this?"
Hearing the middle-aged lady's question, the man respectfully shook his head.
"No madam. From what I've seen, it is not the young Lady who completes their knowledge. It is the third guest."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged lady pondered for the moment.
"The little girl? Around 10 years of age?"
The man respectfully nodded.
"That is right, madam."
Hearing the middle-aged lady hum, the man continued.
"The small girl is quite intriguing indeed. She holds great amount of knowledge in many areas. It was discussed between the servants, and I myself have witnessed it. The small girl was educating the young girl and young man about the etiquette and it is said she assisted with the wearing of the high-class clothes we have provided."
The middle-aged lady winced slightly.
"Truly? I assumed it was the young girl or help offered by the hand of my daughter."
The man, once again, respectfully nodded.
"It is indeed the case. The small girl was informing the young man and young girl about most important dining etiquettes and she herself was quite good at following them. Her every action during the meal was precise and she hadn't made singular mistake or misstep throughout."
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