The Empire's Young People

As nobles, socializing with other nobles of similar standing was itself part of their social duty. Thus, as fellow heirs to the Protector Dukes and young nobles of similar age, Fendil Wilde and Eliven Franklin naturally knew each other and even shared a certain personal friendship.

That friendship could basically be described as each being the other's "someone else's child."

In the Ansu Era, aside from the already declining Cecil Family, the heirs of the other three Protector Dukes were close in age, equal in status, and all bore certain responsibilities. Naturally, such a situation was unavoidable.

But it did not harm their friendship.

Eliven and Fendil had not met for quite some time. Now that they had reunited in Cecil City, which stood at the forefront of the Magic Industrial age, and shared the same purpose of study, they naturally had much to discuss. Before that, however, there was a third person present.

Fielm felt as though his mind had gone blank. The traveling companion who had accompanied him for half a month was actually the heir to the Duke of the Northern Territory. Something that even dramas would not dare casually invent had happened in reality, and for a moment, he could no longer distinguish dreams from reality. The young man from the Baron Region swayed twice, and when he looked at Fendil again, his expression was no longer natural. "I... you..."

Before Fielm could continue, Fendil raised a hand and interrupted him. "Friend, stop. Don't use honorifics or titles."

Fielm stared wide-eyed, unable to figure out how to continue.

Fendil could not help sighing inwardly.

He believed he had done fairly well at mingling with commoners during the journey, and he also believed he had done his best to narrow the distance between himself and this commoner