A middle-aged man placed his right hand over his chest and bowed his head. "Greetings, honored guests from Reality Space. My name is Lerion Kalypsa Sarah. Welcome."
Behind him, six Gold Tier elves bowed in unison, expressing their respect to Velin.
Seeing this, Velin slightly inclined his head in return.
After exchanging greetings, the group headed into the manor.
Upon entering, Velin surveyed the surroundings. The style was exceedingly plain; aside from the most basic necessities, there were virtually no decorative ornaments to admire.
"My lord, if you do not like this style, I will immediately have someone—"
"No need." Velin shook his head. "Compared to meticulously arranged scenery, this plain style is more worthy of appreciation."
"Your Excellency Lerion."
"You may simply call me by my name."
Beside a magical streetlamp, Velin reached out and touched the patterns on it. "Did this plain decorative style arise because most of your resources are invested in your clansmen?"
"Yes." Lerion answered bluntly. "Our ancestor once established a family rule: the Kalypsa Sarah Family is forbidden from wasting resources on meaningless pleasures. Every usable resource must be invested in our clansmen to strengthen them."
"Your ancestor was remarkably farsighted," Velin praised.
"Thank you for your praise." Lerion lowered his head in thanks.
Upon arriving at the main hall, both sides took their seats and began conversing.
Through Lerion's account, Velin came to understand the history of this family that resided on a small floating island at Kalluya Starport.
From the very beginning, the Kalypsa Sarah Family had devoted itself to sending every generation of its members into the Silvarecis Empire's Third Starfleet. In a sense, its legacy had been passed down in an orderly fashion.
"Your Excellency Lerion, may I ask how many members of the Kalypsa Sarah Family are currently serving