The candlelight filled the room, the faint glow highlighting Sif's slightly furrowed brows, adding a touch of melancholy.
In this moment, Roland had a clear understanding of the saying "It takes three generations to make a noble."
Sif was not acting in an idol drama, nor was she pretending.
She simply found the smell of oak furniture unpleasant.
Though the furniture had been there for an unknown period, Roland could not detect any strange odor.
From birth, Sif lived the most exquisite life, and she found these things only natural.
Whereas Roland's understanding of nobility came from books, from Teacher Mary's lectures, and from observing Sif.
His essence was still that of an ordinary person.
An ordinary person who held wealth and power.
Sif didn't speak and calmly walked into the bathroom.
Fortunately, there was a hot water supply to smooth out the discomfort brought by the oak smell.
