Chapter 220: Chapter 202: The Marquess (P2)

The man and his ruffian guards are dismissed from our presence, good thing too, can't be near filth like him for extended periods of time. 

Once they're gone, as if watching from somewhere I can't see, the doors swing open as she speaks again, "Come on in."

Gladly, I oblige ad stride into the room. 

Or as it's starting to look...Palace. The room is unimaginably wide, the floor is covered in carpets of all sorts of expensive fabrics here and there, and the ceiling hangs several metrws above my head with chandeliers of magic bulbs illuminating the entire space in a cool gold luxurious light. 

There's little shame in admitting that I am dwarved by the wealth displayed here. Even grandfather... 

It seems our branch truly is the laughing stock of House Ire, and perhaps even the entire kingdom.