CLXXXVIII. For Once, A Matchmaker

Victor knew that entering the household of the Mercators is not as easy as getting welcomed by his own family. It felt like eyes were on him, waiting for these beholders to shrug at the different culture Victor was showing to them. He tried his best to move in a formal way. But at the end of the day, it was just his immediate family who kept on talking to him. He waited for Grant’s reaction or even just a simple speech. But he only said a few words.

“So this is Carolus after all?” Grant said while looking at Latifa. When Latifa responded to him, he only nodded and silently went to the second floor of the manor.

It felt like forever until he was left alone in his room where he could recollect himself and see how far things go on in his life. But even the interiors of his room cannot allow him to have that luxury. So he went towards the balcony to see any difference of Bordeaux in the perspective of a Mercator mansion. Before he could look down, he saw Grant sitting silently on the oth