Claire Sinclair looked at her in surprise. "Mrs. Hartwell, you seem to have a special relationship with Mr. Quincy. I've noticed he rarely finds common ground with women. Even at home, he and my mother-in-law hardly talk."
Mrs. Hartwell smiled. "When my husband was still alive, Quincy often came to our home to discuss matters with him. He's not a very talkative young man, but he'll say a lot when a topic interests him. Honestly, I don't have much to talk to him about either. I just ask him a few questions from time to time, and he only answers because he feels he can't refuse."
"I see... That certainly sounds like him." Claire Sinclair could just imagine how awkward the atmosphere must have been whenever Mrs. Hartwell and the Great Demon King Quincy were together.
