They left the great hall and strolled through the long hallways with measured, unhurried steps.
"Is there a reason we're having this conversation outside the hall, sire?" Luca asked.
Duke Venton raised a brow. "Most people would not talk if they were faced with me like this."
"I don't really see the point of silence. Why should I not ask a question such as that? It's a rather simple one, no?"
"It is. And as for your question, privacy is a rather important thing. Tell me, what's your honest opinion of nobles?"
Several thoughts came to Luca's mind, but he felt hesitant to answer. Duke Venton probably wouldn't stoop to a trick question, but paranoia told him to be cautious.
Eventually, he decided to answer plainly. There was a reason Charles had called him here, and it certainly wasn't to bait him into slipping up.
