"Marshal, good news!
An urgent dispatch came from the Royal Capital. This afternoon, the Alliance Council passed a resolution formally granting you the title of Human Marshal.
..."
Clearly, after following Hudson for so many years, Tom, the captain of the guard, had improved considerably. When reporting news, he knew to start with the key points.
To the officers and soldiers on the front lines, Hudson being granted the title of "Human Marshal" was even more significant than the end of the Anti-Frankish War.
"I know!"
Hudson said with barely concealed excitement.
Though he had expected it, he could not help feeling stirred now that everything had truly been settled.
"Human Marshal" was a purely honorary title. It certainly had its uses, but how much influence it could wield depended primarily on who held it.
In Hudson's hands, it was now critically important. The family's foundations were shallow, so they had to make up for it with glory.
With this title, Hudson would surely have a place among the continent's foremost noble circles.
Unlike before, when the Coslo Family had only barely entered the ranks of great nobles, possessing nothing but an intimidating facade while its foundations stood on sand.
The words "nouveau riche" were hardly flattering in noble circles.
On the surface, no one whispered it in Hudson's ear, but criticism behind his back had never ceased.
This was most apparent in social dealings among the great nobles.
Given Hudson's high status and authority, naturally no one dared slight him. But the other members of the Coslo Family did not receive the same treatment.
There might not have been deliberate targeting, but their instinctive rejection was impossible to conceal.
In recent years, the Coslo Family had aggressively arranged marriages outside the family, yet their marriage partners were mostly minor