"My lord, that Viscount Polt just now was so hypocritical!"
"How was he hypocritical? I thought he seemed alright."
"My lord, that Viscount Polt clearly came from a very distant place. Miss Lier told me that Viscount Polt's territory is ten days' journey from here."
"Yet he told you that he was a noble from nearby. Isn't that hypocritical?"
Having just bid farewell to another group of welcoming nobles, Nalant once again set off on his return journey.
Watching the crowd of nobles recede behind them, little Sherry immediately began chattering away.
Faced with the little girl's pointed remarks, Nalant fell silent, left speechless.
He naturally knew that not all these nobles could possibly be from nearby.
After all, he had encountered at least two or three hundred nobles along the way.
If there were really that many nobles in the surrounding area, how crowded would their territories have to be?
Still, one did not slap a smiling face, especially when they had come bearing gifts.
So Nalant saw through it without exposing it. He had not expected the little girl to say it outright instead.
Fortunately, the little girl knew better than to say it to their faces. Otherwise, how awkward would that have been?
"Still, my lord, although Viscount Polt was hypocritical, the gift he gave was very beautiful."
"Sherry just looked at it. It was a golden statue of you, my lord."
"In that statue, my lord was riding a warhorse and holding a longsword. You looked so mighty!"
Seeing that Nalant said nothing, little Sherry promptly changed the subject.
"Really? I didn't notice it at all."
Over the past two days, Nalant had been busy greeting all the nobles, so naturally he had had no time to inspect the gifts they brought.
But the little girl