Funtom co, the company his father once owned, and now he directed. It was easy for the nobles to deem the count as too young to be in charge of his title. Yet the company was thriving, and so was the manor. That, of course, with Sebastian's help. Having a demon butler was indeed useful.

The sea breeze hit his face as the boat in front of him started to disembark; a trading guild, all the way from asia, with which he was ready to establish an agreement. He needed their materials if he wanted his next product to be successful. And so, there he was, waiting for the envoy to walk down the stairs of that ship.