Kyle walked past the stunned herb master with graceful, deliberate steps, his parasol tapping lightly against the floor.
The herb master scrambled to gather his composure, trailing behind him in obvious confusion and irritation.
"W-what are you doing here?"
The herb master asked, trying to steady his voice.
Kyle turned slightly, his voice smooth and arrogant like a true noble's.
"There's no need for alarm. I'm here on an official inspection. I've been instructed to ensure the quality of the goods being traded under Margrave Ricca's name."
That line worked perfectly.
The herb master visibly tensed for a moment, then seemed to relax just as fast.
His wary gaze softened into one of mock obedience, mistaking Kyle for nothing more than a pampered noble lady playing at power.
"Ah, I see. Forgive me, Young Miss. "Please, allow me to show you around. But I must ask—kindly don't touch anything. These herbs are delicate, and some of them are... dangerous to the untrained."
