Curtis, whom Camilla had worried was "not a very good person," was very polite to Carl.
It may have been due to the difference in status and power, but aside from that, it was thanks to this that Curtis developed respect for the man named Carl.
"I've kept you waiting for too long. It's hard for me to find the time."
"No."
Curtis waved his hand at Carl's words as he took off his helmet.
Judging by the large gestures, he was indeed from the southern part of the empire.
Carl took off the hat he wore under his helmet and shook out his hair.
Curtis waited quietly, then cautiously opened his mouth when Carl looked at him again.
"I have come to see you like this because I have something to ask Your Highness the Grand Duke."
"I know. Because it's the letter I sent," Carl said, his hat tucked inside his helmet and placed at his side.
"Are you suffering from a fever?"
