"Young master, did you call for me?"
After a knock on the door, the Governor opened it, and the old Demon Race butler entered the room respectfully.
"Yes, could you help escort this Half-Demon young lady home?"
The Governor pointed towards the chair, instructing the butler.
"..."
The butler followed the Governor's finger, looking towards the vintage leather chair.
He paused for a moment, then looked back at the young master Governor, staring into his eyes.
"I'm afraid I can't help, young master."
The butler responded with a bow of regret, his eyes carrying a hint of concern, sadness, and helplessness.
"Forget it."
The Governor shook his head upon seeing the butler's somewhat foolishly caring gaze, knowing that the butler couldn't accomplish anything. It was impossible to move the young lady, so he allowed the butler to leave.
The butler's conveyed attitude was very clear, even the attitude of their family was firm — he had to marry this fiancée as soon as possible.
