He was studying in the Political Warfare Department of Til University, in his final year. This tall, fit young man was known as a top student, particularly in shooting and air combat, maintaining the best scores. His studies served as a reserve before joining the Air Force after graduation and eventually taking the marshal’s seal from his father.
“Wheat Field” described Albert von Selberg as an excellent soldier who looked more like a lawyer. Handsome and refined, he had a warm smile that disarmed others.
Wilhelmina’s relationship with him was neutral.
Anna Bell, surrounded by numerous suitors, favored Albert, who had never proposed to her. Wilhelmina maintained her distance, knowing no one dared to pursue the man the Queen had an interest in.
William Minna looked disappointed and said, “I finally understand why those girls are so crazy about you, even with Annabel around, Young Master Albert. You can quote romance novels seriously without making it cringe-worthy. You don’t even find yourself cheesy.”
Albert couldn’t help but laugh, “Those who praise you for being obedient clearly haven’t tasted your venomous tongue.”
William Minna smiled faintly, “I don’t kiss people casually.” She leaned in close, and the scent of wine mixed with perfume filled the air. Perhaps due to the alcohol, she shed her restraint, her smile charming and eyes seductive.
Albert, taken aback, reached out to support her swaying body, but she suddenly turned and ran lightly across the street, her silver-white dress flashing in the night like a ghost.
“I’ll take you back!” Albert began to chase after her, but his shoulder was grabbed by a hand.
“No need to trouble you,” Kerns said with a drunk smile that carried a warning, “If you don’t want Annabel to give her a hard time, keep your distance.”
Albert slapped his hand away, and they stared at each other coldly for a moment.
Angela, standing nearby, shivered. “Gentlemen, either separate or kiss, but don’t block the main road.”
Kerns took a step back. “Let’s go, Angela.”
Angela walked away, looking back worriedly. The young heir of the Selleberg family stood under the streetlight, hands in his pockets, looking casual and elegant.
He looked up at the sky, a gesture that William Minna often did.
Chapter 28
