As the knighting ceremony drew near, the atmosphere in Akreli grew ever more fervent. Mages in robes could be seen everywhere on the streets, either whispering with companions or hurrying off in some direction.
Every mage wore an expression of excitement and anticipation. After all, this was not merely a symbol of honor, but a new beginning. As a newly elevated magical noble himself, Ang could also sense the change in the atmosphere, especially during such a grand ceremony, where everyone's status would be affirmed.
"A mage's knighting is the simplest," Ang said as he walked beside the others, a trace of reminiscence in his gaze. "At most, the princes personally present the Noble Emblem and say a few ceremonial words. The atmosphere is always about the same. Nothing changes much."
He paused, as though considering something. "But every noble has one important choice to make: the division of territories. Everyone can choose a piece of land as their own territory. That's the most meaningful part."
He stopped and turned slightly toward Quintina and the others before adding, "Of course, if the territory you choose isn't one you particularly like, you can sell it. Many nobles prioritize buying territories around their own, especially those who want to expand their influence." Ang smiled faintly, a hint of insight in his eyes. "Mages generally rarely manage or develop their own territories. We have our own affairs to attend to. But as someone born a warrior, I'm different."
Quintina smiled and nodded. "You really are an exception, Ang."
"Haha, perhaps." Ang answered easily, a nearly imperceptible glimmer flashing through his eyes. "But who knows? Maybe I can offer you some experience."
The ceremony finally arrived. The royal palace of Akreli was packed with people, and the atmosphere was solemn yet fervent. Mages in