Listening to her younger brother's cold and rational analysis, Shirley's originally flushed face gradually lost its color.
The words of Orbins struck a fact she had instinctively been trying to escape.
The surname of Anvis might very well be Olivendi! That noble family which reigned high above, ruling over Karlars Province for thousands of years!
The disparity in their identities was as vast as the stars above the sky compared to ants on fallen leaves.
Orbins did not stop speaking due to the girl's reaction; instead, he delved further, directly revealing the key point Shirley had been desperately avoiding.
"Such a person has been dining with us night after night for several days, even declining others' invitations for this. Sister, do you really think he does that without any ulterior motive?"
"But... but if Anvis has such a background, what could he possibly see in us?"
