"A marriage contract?" Shiayar repeated the term, glancing at the elegant and dignified head steward before him. "I thought you came here specifically to settle scores with me for dismantling the Club Thorns of Sin..."
"How could that be? Master Shiayar, you worry too much." Riel's humble smile didn't falter. "Such dens of iniquity, indulging in debauchery and extravagance, are intolerable to society—they should have been eradicated long ago. Actually, there have always been those within the family dissatisfied with the chaotic law and order in the Dewell Port Area. However, we do not possess law enforcement authority. Your collaboration with the Military Department in eliminating it has indeed brought us considerable peace of mind."
"By the way, Master Shiayar, please wait for a moment." After another flawless bow to Shiayar, Riel turned and returned to the carriage. Then, he emerged holding a wooden box in both hands.
"Please accept this, Master Shiayar."
