The Descent of God

Roger's guess had been right.

A few days later, he received a secret invitation.

"Look..."

He waved the invitation in his hand. Its emerald-green cover was decorated with gold and silver thread, making it look extremely luxurious.

"Even if we obediently stay aboard the ship, those people will come knocking on their own."

"Viscount of Greenwave Bay?"

Adams opened the invitation and frowned slightly after reading it. "Just a viscount?!"

"At least he was the first in Emerald Port to hear the news and send an invitation our way..."

Roger smiled. "And this Viscount of Greenwave Bay is no simple man... His ancestor held the title of Emerald Grand Duke! But after being defeated by the Conquest King, all the men of the main line were convicted, the women were sold into slavery, and even the title of Emerald Grand Duke was stripped away. It was only recently that this Viscount of Greenwave Bay rose to prominence..."

A cadet branch restoring the family's glory through hard work was a story beloved in both the East and the West.

"I see. No wonder he has such immense power and connections!"

Adams's expression immediately turned solemn.

The influence of a great noble family wasn't something that could be erased with a few strokes.

What was more, the nobles of Emerald Port still felt sympathy for that unlucky grand duke whose title had been stripped away.

After all, putting themselves in his shoes, who would want their title taken from them and their descendants reduced to commoners?

And in noble circles, where bloodlines and seniority mattered, Viscount of Greenwave Bay could probably inherit the Emerald Grand Duke's political legacy by default. He was practically worth half a duke.

Roger continued, "It's only been a few decades since the Conquest King unified the entire