"This is a setup!"
In an office of the Secretariat, an old noble stood red-faced with anger in front of the Duke. He never sent anyone to wreck the young Count's shop. The other party directly pointed the finger at him—an overt framing!
He had every reason to be angry. He was wronged, accused of things he hadn't done.
The Duke furrowed his brow, removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes, looking somewhat exhausted, "He didn't say someone else did it, he specifically said it was you. There must be a reason, don't you think?"
Then he released his hands, looking at the old noble.
The skin around his eyes was already loose and lined with wrinkles, and his eyes weren't as clear as those of the young ones, appearing filled with dark spots and blotches, very murky.
Yet it was these eyes that exerted great pressure on the old noble.
The old noble closed his mouth without speaking.
