“So, Sophia. L, long time no see…”

The young man spoke while sweating buckets. He was dressed up in red and adorned with a pure gold belt, but because he was so fat, he looked rather comical.

“Right. Long-time no see, Lord Enzo Nobira.”

Sophia would have much preferred to get as far away from the fatso as possible, so she replied in an apathetic voice.

“Hahaha! You two look wonderful together standing beside each other. Now, Enzo, you are going to give Lady Sophia the present you prepared for her, right?”

Baron Nobira spoke with a smile. He was in his mid-40s and looked like an older replica of Enzo with his ugly features and obese stature.

“He, here. It is… made by one of Catalan’s most famous craftsmen. I thought it would look good on Sophia…”

The two people’s fingers lightly brushed each other as Enzo held out a wooden box carved with the Nobira family’s insignia. Enzo had sneakily stretched out his fingers.

Sophia looked at Enzo with a stiff expression as if she had touched a bug. In that brief moment, she had seen the lustful desire held in Enzo’s eyes as he glanced at her embarrassingly.

‘I can’t believe I have to live with this perverted pig… a...