“Where did you learn manners like that!” As expected, the Count expressed his outrage at Zich’s attitude. Any resident under the Steelwall family would have shuddered in fright due to the Count’s anger, but Zich was the only person in this place who didn’t fear the Count.

“Well, first of all, it’s not the etiquette that I learned here.”

“Of course! There’s no way our house would teach such horrendous manners!”

“That’s true. Besides horrendous manners, there’s absolutely nothing else I learned in this place, whether good or bad.”

The Count’s eyelids trembled in rage. He remembered the last time he met Zich at Westillburd. Zich had sarcastically remarked then that the only things he learned at the Steelwall Estate were things like bad manners.

“Are you playing word games with me?”

“I have no intention of doing so. Even if you want to, Sir Count, I hope you understand if I refuse. I am too busy for that,” Zich said and shrugged. Seeing that the Count’s face was turning bright red, the butler, Trell, quickly tried to halt the situation from progressing further.

“Sir Count, please calm down first.” Trell stopped the Count right before he exploded and turned to Zich. “Please sir, stop provoking...