After leaving the Spirit World, Hobart said to Fors, "You don't need to be so nervous. Look at how beautiful the scenery is here. Just treat it as a trip."
Fors took a deep breath. "It's my first time having such close contact with a man. How could I not be nervous?"
By "close contact," she meant linking arms with Hobart.
Hobart thought about it. A young woman arriving in an unfamiliar environment would naturally be nervous. There was no need to demand that she remain perfectly calm.
On the way back to the estate, everyone respectfully bowed to Hobart, addressing him as Lord, while secretly sizing up the beautiful young lady holding the Lord's arm.
Only then did Fors truly feel that she had arrived in Hobart's territory.
When they reached the entrance to the Lord's Manor, Hobart called loudly to the busy people, "This is my fiancée, Miss Fors! She has just arrived here from afar!
"From today onward, Miss Fors is your mistress—the lady of this territory!"
The people repairing the manor set down their work and paid their respects to Fors.
Philip, standing among the crowd, breathed a sigh of relief. Although this young lady was dressed unlike a local, her clothing and appearance showed that she had received an excellent upbringing.
As long as the Lord was not bewitched by beauty, it was fine. He was truly afraid that one day, the Lord would openly marry that seductive woman he kept in the courtyard and bring her into the Baron Estate.
Helen, who had come out to watch the commotion, curled her lip. "They were only linking arms. What is there to be embarrassed about?"
After the two made their appearance at the entrance, Philip stepped forward and invited Fors to the room that had