This time, they were formally paying respects to His Imperial Majesty of Fars, so they had to treat it with due solemnity.
Charlotte summoned all his subordinates, silently counted them, then pulled Golden Goat Herolf aside and asked in a low voice, "Why are there nine Saint Ranks?"
Golden Goat Herolf glanced over them and quietly replied, "We forgot to count Vigo!"
"Perhaps you thought the Nineteenth Order didn't count as Saint Rank..."
Charlotte hurriedly denied it. "I didn't! I absolutely didn't! The Nineteenth Order is Saint Rank too!"
Mountain of Light Kratos, a top-tier Twenty-third Order Saint Rank.
The old Lizard Person Black Dragon, Elephant Person Agon, Silverback Ape Person Qiudro, Golden Goat Herolf, the two former vice commanders of the Royal Knight Order—Aspros and Regulus—and his precious son Gareth Mecklen: seven formidable Twenty-second Order Saint Ranks in all.
Well, Vigo, a Nineteenth Order Flame Holy Knight, did seem a little out of place.
No wonder Charlotte had overlooked him when counting the Saint Ranks.
Vigo looked imposing in a brand-new formal suit. He had never expected that joining Charlotte, originally an act born of helplessness, would ultimately make him a rising figure in the Empire and a trusted confidant of Count Mecklen.
Moreover, this lord of his was Emperor Brittany's son-in-law and had deep ties with His Highness the Crown Prince. Most importantly, Charlotte's fief was South Seraph, so he could continue protecting the people of South Seraph.
Vigo had never been in such a good mood before.
Charlotte looked at this Saint Rank subordinate with a touch of guilt and decided that he would definitely treat him better in the future.
Besides the nine Saint Rank subordinates, Charlotte's original crew from his early days had all appeared. Even Dorothy had slipped in. She should have been the