Tales was still marveling at Viscount Patterson's exaggerated actions and had yet to grasp the deeper meaning behind those words when Gilbert's voice came from behind him.
"Viscount Patterson!"
"A special seat has already been prepared in the banquet hall. If you—"
Gilbert had been receiving the next tier of guests on the other side—from important industry leaders to invited officials from the Royal Capital. Clearly aware of the sudden development here, he had hurried over.
"No need, Caso boy. I came for him." Patterson had evidently not heard Gilbert clearly, but that did not stop him from treating the other man coldly once he saw him.
"Only for him."
Viscount Patterson bowed to the Prince once more. The motion was so exaggerated that everyone present broke into a cold sweat. He was then supported toward the banquet hall.
Tales, Doyle, and Gollor all let out a sigh of relief.
Gilbert watched the Viscount's retreating back and sighed softly.
"Patterson is one of the more distinctive members of the Radiant Star Seven Attendants. He refuses to attend many occasions, partly because he is advanced in years and has nothing left to fear."
"But clearly, he has reached the point where he must start considering his descendants."
Seeing the confusion in Tales's eyes, Gilbert added:
"One of his sons is in your guard—the second-ranking Punishment Officer, Gray Patterson."
Tales understood.
Guests arrived one after another. Although most were lower-ranking officials and nobles who did not require Tales to receive them personally, Mindis Hall was already frantically busy.
Marius and Gilbert were barely able to keep up with the reception alone. Even Viscount Connie and Earl Godwin, who had been invited to help and act as half-hosts, were rushing back and forth without a moment's rest.
Unexpectedly, Patterson was not the only