The modest yet exquisitely furnished guest room was filled with warm-toned furniture and drapes.
Under the chandelier, the young man sitting on the bed stood up and bowed deeply to Viscount Francis.
"Thank you for saving my life, Your Excellency."
A trace of weariness colored the young man's clear, gentle voice.
This was what happened when he had only just adapted to Translation Magic.
Francis smiled and nodded, motioning for the young man to sit down before taking a seat in a chair beside him. He never put on airs as a noble.
"Please, there's no need to be so formal, young man. I imagine this place is completely unfamiliar to you. Would you tell me what happened to you, where you came from, and where you intend to go?"
Viscount Francis finally began questioning him.
"I'm a scholar from the Hutton Kingdom in the Southern Continent. I came to the Northern Continent this time to complete an academic project, but I encountered a Magic Storm, and the ship sank... When I woke up again, you had already rescued me."
The brown-haired young man seemed somewhat hesitant, but finally spoke.
As Francis listened, ripples stirred in his heart.
The Hutton Kingdom was a renowned power in the Southern Continent. Even Francis had heard of it.
It also had some famous figures. For example, the high priest of the Goddess of Fate Church was from the Hutton Kingdom.
Francis knew that the young man's misfortune might have had something to do with the recent disturbances caused by the Magic Storms at sea.
The rate of shipwrecks at sea had indeed risen considerably recently, especially among ships coming from the Southern Continent.
Although the young man might have glossed over some important details, Viscount Francis could sense his sincerity.
"I'm terribly sorry,