Bold City, Duke Mansion.
Third Prince Philip sat on the Duke's throne, lazily looking at the letters sent by Teleportation Magic.
Behind him, "Duchess of Bold" Eleanor, scantily clad, obediently stood there, and together with two young maidservants who knelt on the ground, also scantily clad, massaged his shoulders and feet.
Suddenly, the room's door was knocked, and the voice of a personal soldier came from outside:
"Your Highness Prince, Count Linte requests an audience."
Third Prince slightly lifted his eyelids and said lazily,
"Come in."
The door was quickly pushed open, and a tall, armor-clad middle-aged nobleman walked in.
He appeared to be around forty years old, with gray hair and eyes, his features faintly resembling those of the Third Prince, but with more firmness than the beautifully delicate and effeminate prince.
