The elder sipping tea hadn't noticed Heidi's expression, but he had sensed that something was off about her movements. Frowning, he spoke out, "Heidi, be polite to the guest. You're a girl. Being too rough will make it hard for you to get married."
"Yes, Grandpa, I'll be very polite to him," Heidi said, biting her lip, but her large eyes continued to glare at Richard as if ready to kill him with her gaze. After giving Richard a fierce look for a good while, she suddenly turned on her heel and left with the tray.
At that moment, the elder looked over and asked Richard, "I don't know, what brings you to see me? What would you like to discuss?"
"Ah, it's like this." Richard set aside the trivial matters regarding the girl, Heidi, and quickly took a book out from his chest, placing it on the table—it was "My Autobiography - Moratos."
