In the drawing room of Colin Manor, the thin morning light poured through the window, illuminating the cashmere carpet, and the air was filled with the scent of citrus.
Sitting on the edge of the velvet sofa, Professor Keynes in his morning robe held his spine straight, striving to overcome his uncomfortable restraint.
His gaze awkwardly surveyed the luxurious drawing room, unsure of where to settle his eyes so as not to appear discourteous.
Like Professor Hector, what he was least adept at was socializing with people, especially those of noble status.
These cunning nobles were unlike his students, not only were they difficult to grasp, but they wouldn't easily reveal their emotions.
Keynes discreetly glanced at the maid standing at the corner, his eyes landing on the top of her head, constantly reflecting on the benefits of youth.
Indeed, when it comes to enjoyment, it's the worldly nobles who understand better. The answering experts of the Academic State still lack depth.
