Milton had said that Lady Raphael would be residing at their territory for the time being to inspect the estate as an investor, but who would take that at face value?

There was bound to be gossip when Milton, who did not have many avenues to interact with women until now, had welcomed a lady into his house.

“Did you hear?”

“Hear what?”

“Rumors that the Master fell in love with a young lady from another country at first sight.”

“Is there anyone left who hasn’t heard? Don’t they even say that he proposed already?”

“Gosh… then what’ll become of Lady Sophia?”

“That’s what I’m saying. Our lord doesn’t look the part, but his relationships with the opposite sex might be messier than I thought.”

“He’s still young, isn’t he? We’ve got to watch ourselves around him as well.”

“Indeed.”

Milton sighed as he heard the maids’ conversation as they cleaned outside his office.

‘I can hear everything, you know.’

These days, this was all the maids talked about when they huddled together. Milton suspected that Princess Leila was deliberately spreading these rumors.

‘But where’s this talk of Sophia coming from? She’s just my vassal.’

At times like this, most nobles would catch the maids in the act and scold them to make an example out of them. But Milton was not one of those strict nobles who used their strength to lash out at powerless servants. Of course, the spread of these rumors was irritating nonetheless.

‘At the least, I would’ve been able to drill them if they were men.’

Milton sighed again. He...