Only the food utensils made noise in the dining room. The Duke didn't want to say anything else for fear of appearing softhearted in front of his son again. And Arren was overcome with grief over the loss of a certain Alpha's contact information.
While doing so, a brilliant thought emerged from his wandering mind. Why hadn't he thought of it earlier? The gloomy atmosphere that had surrounded Arren had dissipated once more. That was just his personality. Wallowing in grief for too long wasn't his personality at all.
"Dad," he called out cautiously.
"Hm?" replied the Duke. However, he did not raise his head. Arren thought he was still angry, but the Duke simply didn't want to see his son's face in case he made another request.
"What about the investigation, dad? What about your progress?" he inquired.
