One day in the height of summer, in June.
After more than half a month of arduous travel, Zhou Ming, flying a Royal Eagle Banner, returned to Glan Territory after nearly four years away.
Seeing that his son had returned after graduating from the Royal Knight Academy with the most outstanding results, Baron Connor threw a grand celebration, inviting guests from all around. Whether they were old rivals from neighboring territories or in-laws tied to the family by marriage, all were invited. Fine wine, delicious dishes, and heaps of meat were served in an endless stream. The feast lasted seven days and seven nights, and even the lowest-ranking commoners of Glan Territory benefited, with every household receiving a sack of white flour.
Naturally, there were familiar faces at the banquet, such as Baron Garcia. Thinking of his eldest son, who had spent two years at the Royal Knight Academy yet still had not earned even a Squire Medal, then looking at the son of his old rival, who was so outstanding... Baron Garcia felt as though he had lost an immensely crucial battle. He sent out his strongest knight to dampen Zhou Ming's triumphant spirit, but after barely a dozen exchanges, the knight was defeated. Like a rooster that had lost a fight, Baron Garcia drank two cups of bitter wine and quietly left the banquet.
Baron Sean, who had arranged a childhood betrothal with Baron Connor long ago, also came with his now-grown daughter, Finnie. At eighteen, she was like a flower bud not yet fully bloomed—youthful and innocent, yet carrying a touch of allure. Every glance and movement of hers radiated a distinctive charm.
"Edward, hold the wedding with Finnie in a few days. You're not young anymore—it's time to start a family. Have a few children soon