Before Rebecca could recover, Madam Pompeii took the piece of paper away from the table. She held it in her hand and read the words on it with her husband.

The pleasing font writes a poem about the moon.

"this……"

After reading it, Viscount Pompeii thought it was slightly ridiculous, but he could not criticize Chen Lun for blaspheming the moon god.

Madame Pompeii, on the other hand, nodded repeatedly, with a cheerful smile on her face as she pondered.

"Kelly, what do you think?"

the viscount asked tentatively.

"Great, but I think it would be better if Rebecca's name is mine...

Ah, I mean, this is a very average poem, not worthy of Rebecca.

I think you understand, Pompeii."

Madam Pompeii coughed slightly and said with a normal expression.
Chapter completed!