Benefit Banquet

The next day, morning.

Hahn had already left the manor and headed to the suburbs to arrange the banquet matters.

According to him, although there was a commissioner in charge, this banquet was of great importance, and he was afraid of some minor errors, so he specifically went early to supervise them.

Count Altair, on the other hand, was still slowly enjoying his breakfast.

After finishing and getting up, he was about to change his clothes at the bedroom door when he heard the voices of three people talking inside.

"This dress won't do, the size is no longer suitable."

"This one fits, but the color doesn't match."

"This tea party dress won't do, the color is too bland."

"This one won't do either, the color is too dark."

"You can try this one."

"That one won't do either, Count Altair wore it to a banquet last time."

"What about this one?"

"Still not good... keep it as a preliminary choice. What about the jewelry?"

When he pushed open the bedroom door, he saw the messy room, with clothes and accessories already matched everywhere.

The three people heard the sound of the door opening and turned to see Count Altair entering the bedroom.

The two parties looked at each other, and the scene was awkward.

Seeing their actions, Count Altair asked, "What, are the clothes for going out today not ready yet?"

Seeing their guilty looks, Irene stepped forward with her head down and said, "Count Altair, there are not many suitable clothes in your wardrobe for today's banquet."

"Perhaps it's due to your recent physical development. I just noticed that some clothes are no longer suitable. Plus, today is an outdoor banquet, so we haven't chosen a suitable dress yet."

Count Altair was helpless at Irene's words.

It had been three months since his "father" passed away, attending the public memorial service, returning the body to the territory for burial, returning to Bexland to take the potion, and starting to change his appearance.

Perhaps it was due to the potion, his body had also grown rapidly, from 1.65 meters to 1.74 meters, and all his clothes were still made according to how they were three months ago.

He usually stayed at home and didn't have any requirements for clothing, as long as he could wear it.

Because he hadn't attended many banquets during this period, he wouldn't have known that some clothes were already ill-fitting, let alone formal wear.

Everyone had forgotten about this problem. Count Altair himself had no requirements for his attire, so he hadn't paid attention to it.

Hahn, as the male butler, wouldn't inquire about it.

Freya and Irene, one a housekeeper and the other a personal maid, had just joined the household and hadn't been working for long. They both assumed that the Count had plenty of clothes prepared.

Regarding the current problem, Count Altair said calmly, "Find some clothes that are barely acceptable. Don't deliberately choose light colors; dark clothes are also fine. As for the evening dress, there's no need to prepare it specially."

"After this banquet is over, we can find a fashion designer to make new ones."

After speaking, Count Altair went into the washroom to put on his underwear himself. He hadn't reached Sequence Seven yet, and if they helped him, it would reveal his secret, so he put on his underwear himself during this period.

After walking out of the washroom, the three of them quickly stepped forward to help him put on a dark blue outfit, which presented an X-shape with its wide shoulders, slender waist, and puffed skirt, featuring puffed leg-of-mutton sleeves and puff sleeves, paired with a corset and multiple petticoats.

With some suitably colored accessories and a flat-topped hat, the outfit was complete.

Taking some spare clothes, the three of them followed Count Altair into a carriage and left the manor.

Along the way, the three of them were not in high spirits. If this had happened in another family, the minimum punishment for them would have been immediate dismissal, and some petty nobles would have retaliated against them.

This was the era; all nobles were concerned about their reputation, and there were requirements for daily attire, let alone for attending large events.

In essence, it was because of Count Altair that this mistake occurred, and others should not bear the responsibility.

They were overthinking; nobles here were unreasonable.

From the manor in the Queen District to the suburban manor, it was almost noon.

When the carriage stopped at the entrance, and Count Altair got off, he found Hahn and Simon waiting for him at the entrance.

Count Altair walked up and asked, "Simon, is the shooting range ready?"

Upon hearing the question, Simon nodded directly and said, "Count Altair, please rest assured, the shooting range is ready, all weapons have been checked and are in good condition, and they have been placed properly. The stage has been set up."

"After the luncheon banquet, we can have a shooting demonstration in the afternoon."

Count Altair nodded in approval after hearing Simon's words. He then turned to Hahn, who said, "All matters regarding the banquet have been arranged. The kitchen is currently preparing the luncheon."

"After the luncheon, we can go to the shooting range to watch the performance."

"After the performance, it will be time for afternoon tea, and Count Altair, you can use this time to negotiate cooperation with other counts."

"As for the banquet, because the venue for this event is located in the suburbs, it will be held in advance. It can begin after Afternoon Tea concludes."

"The ball can commence after the banquet, and it will conclude early, around ten o'clock."

Upon hearing Hahn's arrangements for the banquet, Altair's face lit up with joy. He was indeed a butler who had served for over a decade; there wasn't a single loophole in his planning of the banquet's schedule.

As the time approached 12 PM, Altair, seated on the sofa in the grand hall, saw carriages beginning to enter through the Manor's main gate from his window.

He then rose and waited for the guests in the living room.

Upon seeing the arrivals, Altair immediately bowed and said, "Good afternoon, Count Donovan, Madam Donovan."

The two also politely replied, "Good afternoon, Count Altair."

"Good afternoon, Altair Sister."

Owen glanced around and directly stated, "It seems we're quite early. We're the first guests to arrive."

Hether Grant, however, immediately called him out, "Altair, don't listen to his nonsense. If it weren't for me, he'd probably still be on the road right now."

Watching the couple's cheerful banter, Altair envied their affection. They had been married for over ten years and were still so sweet.

But he felt like he was being force-fed dog food by the two of them. Helplessly, he could only invite them to sit down and begin enjoying the tea and desserts.

The three hadn't been chatting for long when the Manor's main gate opened once more.

This time, Uncle Leif and Brigadier General Karel entered.

Uncle Leif came alone because Uncle Charles was still in the South Continent.

Karel, on the other hand, arrived with his fiancée, Tiffany O'Neill.

Karel Duarte was the superior officer of the original body's father. He was a colonel before returning from the South Continent and was promoted to brigadier general after his return.

After exchanging greetings, the two joined the conversation.

Uncle Leif wore a stern expression towards Owen but offered mostly praise to Hether.

Karel Duarte, however, lavished praise on Owen, a legendary figure.

This caused Uncle Leif's expression to turn sour towards him as well.