'Are you really 18? Even if you're not that old, you're like a nobleman who's over 30 and has grandchildren.'
Since nobles usually married early, it was not strange to have grandchildren by the age of thirty.
In that sense, Curtis actually had a pretty good idea of Carl's age.
"Your Majesty, do you have a lady in mind?"
While they were still talking about their grandchildren, the conversation moved on to romance.
No matter what, he was a hot-blooded youth, 18 years old, and he talked about this story so nonchalantly…
"None."
"...."
"It hasn't been that long since I got over my illness, and I've been so busy since then."
Carl couldn't talk about Camilla, and he couldn't talk about Elke Gasto.
So he dismissed it like that.
"Ah, ahh...."
Curtis opened his mouth, then closed it again.
'Oh, Duren! That's right!'
What kind of love is this when I was stuck in my room until I was 16, not knowing when I would die!
