Count Stelter's stern face revealed a slight sneer: "I only need to know the taste of blood, isn't that enough?
As for the rest, isn't that your job?"
Mr. Finch laughed in surprise: "Ah... that doesn't sound like something someone striving to train their children as Mages would say!"
Count Stelter glanced at him with disdain: "When you can't gain profit from your opponent but must pursue such interests, of course, it's better to join them.
What does that have to do with liking it or not?"
"Nobles always thinking of eternal power!" Finch sighed.
Count Stelter couldn't help but chuckle: "Those words, coming from a Finch family member, why are they so amusing?"
The Countess Stelter, notified promptly by the butler, hurried over: "So, is there a problem with this orchid, Mr. Finch?"
Finch said leisurely: "The fragrance has changed; the previous one could wake and refresh people, but this one can cause confusion.
People who smell too much might feel as if they're drunk.
