Count Bernaken had already guessed what the Marquess of Ainhars wanted to do.
Rejuvenation!
Or rather...
Regaining youth!
After all, they were too familiar with each other—over the past decades, they had not only been adversaries but also shared some blood relation.
It could be said that if there was anyone in the world who understood the Marquis better than his own wife, the Old Earl Bernaken was definitely first on the list.
That's why he was able to arrive one step ahead.
And he also prepared an excuse that suited Viscount Windsor.
Just...
He had miscalculated Viscount Windsor's strength.
'Truly terrifying, this Windsor.
Much more formidable than anticipated.
Could it be...
Is this the power of love?'
The Old Earl thought playfully.
Even when at a disadvantage, the Old Earl showed no signs of impatience; decades of life experience had already taught him—that moving slowly before the results were out was not necessarily a bad thing.
