Hobart had learned a little about court attire over the past two days and could easily distinguish the clothing of the Loen Royal Family.
First, anyone whose clothing was embroidered with the Augustus Family crest or who wore a family badge was a member of the royal family.
Direct descendants of the Royal Family had metal ornaments bearing scepters, thrones, or crowns on their clothes. The king would also carry a scepter or usually wear a simple crown.
From the attire of the young woman in her twenties, Hobart could tell that she was a direct descendant of the current Royal Family, most likely George III's daughter or niece.
From the casual conversation among the group, Hobart learned that her name was Alice and that they were discussing preparations for a court ball.
Hobart thought, The Backlund nobles really have nerves. A Prince just died, and they're already holding another ball? Alice had a beautiful face and noble bearing. Of course, she still fell far short of Audrey in terms of beauty, but in Hobart's impression, she was already one of the prettiest girls he had seen in this world.
Especially the confidence in her every gesture, which made her seem quite different from the rest.
Hobart withdrew his spirituality. Why had a star belonging to a member of the Loen Royal Family suddenly appeared? He looked toward another star and extended his spirituality into it. He saw a racetrack, where a young woman in Fenebote military uniform was galloping across the grass on horseback.
This woman was only around twenty-four or twenty-five. She was fairly pretty as well, with a few freckles on her face.
Her valiant appearance and the smile on her face as she rode at full speed left a deep impression on Hobart.
Since arriving in