Whatever Yetana's situation was like, Solam was having an absolutely wonderful time. Wonderful enough that he did not sleep all night, so when he met Isabella, who had come to inquire about the situation, the next day, he kept yawning.
"What... exactly did you do last night? Why do you look like you didn't sleep at all?"
Solam was perfectly fine. Not only was he completely clean, but he had even changed into an extremely expensive Royal Knight uniform.
The fabric and ornaments of such clothing were of the finest quality, and they were made by the best tailors in the entire duchy.
They looked luxurious and imposing, but not just anyone could wear them. Even in Toussaint, such attire was strictly regulated. Only those reviewed and approved by the Royal Knights' Council were qualified to wear it.
Anyone who made or wore one without permission was breaking the law. Even spoiled young nobles could not get a set just to show off; if discovered, they could be surrounded and beaten by knights at any time. Of course, this rule did not really bind the dukes.
Many dukes of Toussaint liked to wear knight uniforms. Wearing a Royal Knight's uniform was considered quite fashionable, and quite a few former dukes had even gone around showing off in Grail Knight uniforms.
But for a foreigner like Solam to stroll around the ducal court in such a knight uniform so openly, it would have been impossible without the duke's consent. It was a bit like the yellow riding jacket of the Qing dynasty.
What did that mean? It meant Solam had not been treated harshly at all. On the contrary, he was living quite comfortably. While that relieved Isabella, who had worried herself sick for half the day, it also made her