Louis smiled without speaking, engaging in light conversation with him, maintaining a hint of youthful politeness, as if he hadn't seen through anything.
But the more he acted this way, the colder Camille felt inside.
He understood that he was sitting here safely only because the other party had no intention to act for the time being.
At the end of the banquet, Louis casually brought up the main matter of the rewards: "The ceremony starts tomorrow. Let's keep it simple."
Camille hurriedly nodded, his smile stiff: "Perfect, perfect."
His tone eager like a beast longing to end its shift early.
As he left the seat, he inexplicably forgot the meal box on the table.
Bradley reminded him: "Your gift, Special Envoy."
Camille was startled for a moment before suddenly turning around, his face flushing red as he awkwardly gathered up the box.
When he first entered the banquet hall, he had on an aloof expression, as if the mountains of the Northern Territory were under his feet.
