"Cough, cough..."
It immediately folded its wings, puffed out its chest, and struck its most solemn pose, even elegantly smoothing the feathers on its chest with the tip of a wing.
"Since His Majesty Slime has extended such a warm invitation and laid out such... ah... far-reaching plans for the kingdom and fief, then as a reasonable noble who places the kingdom's interests first, this count naturally has no reason to refuse."
It turned and smacked Arthur's helmet with the tip of its wing.
"Retainer, what are you standing around for? Hurry and pay your respects to our great and wise His Majesty the Slime King."
Arthur silently dropped to one knee again, faced Chen Yu, and offered an even deeper knight's salute.
"Knight Arthur is willing to serve Your Majesty. To guard the territory is to guard the way of nature."
Chen Yu nodded in satisfaction.
A king, a noble, and a knight.
Very good.
In one stroke, he had gathered the three classes a kingdom ought to have.
Though there was only one noble and one knight, for the great Slime Kingdom, this was undoubtedly an excellent beginning.
"Very well, Count Bran, Knight Arthur. Rise."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Count Bran flapped its wings excitedly, utterly unaware that this seemingly solemn scene actually resembled children playing house.
After all, a crow and an undead swearing fealty to a slime... the image was so absurd it probably belonged only in a fairy tale.
Not even a bard could make up such an outrageous story.
"I heard you came from The Gloomy Lands. What kind of place is that exactly? And how did you make your way all the way here from there?"
Chen Yu was full of curiosity about the place that could produce an Undead Knight like Arthur