At dinner time, Ron had originally planned to have a proper meal with Lyle at the hotpot restaurant—drink a little, eat hotpot and grilled meat, and relive the leisurely days of old.
But before the hotpot had even been served, a palace guard entered from outside, came before Ron, and bowed respectfully.
"Your Highness Ron, His Majesty Andre requests your presence at the palace for dinner."
Ron raised a brow, immediately realizing what this bargain-bin father of his wanted.
News had already spread from the morning court session that Ron would officially be granted the title of Count of a fief in mid-April.
Andre III was probably going to discuss that very matter with him.
A regretful expression crossed Ron's face as he looked at Lyle and said apologetically, "What a pity. I can't have dinner with you today."
Besides, Ron had been busy lately and might not have another chance to make time to see Lyle.
Lyle had already selected the employees who would accompany him to the Western Frontier. He would likely leave the Imperial Capital within the next couple of days.
"No matter. Once I return from the Western Frontier, we'll get together again." Lyle stood to see him off, speaking heartily.
Ron took a portion of grilled meat from the hotpot restaurant. After bidding Lyle farewell at the entrance, he boarded the carriage and turned to the palace guard. "I'm going to take a detour through Moonview Street first. No problem?"
"Of course," the guard answered respectfully.
Thus, the carriage first arrived at the competition venue on Moonview Street.
Ron unhurriedly went up to the sound control room on the fourth floor, pushed open the door, and handed the grilled meat to Nora.
"Remember to eat. I need to go to the palace to see my