After the Great Sprite named Mia had been taken away, Nalant and Stella continued strolling for a while before he escorted Stella back to her little building.
After seeing Stella off, Nalant brought several Daughters of Luck back to his own little building, intending to continue his training.
However, just as he arrived outside his building, he saw a richly dressed middle-aged man waiting at his door with several servants.
"Sir, whom are you looking for?" Nalant asked as he stepped forward, somewhat puzzled.
"You must be Sir Nalant, correct?" The middle-aged man glanced at the noble crest on Nalant's chest and asked respectfully.
"Yes, I am Nalant. And you are?"
"Greetings, esteemed Sir Nalant. I am the steward of the Frank Family. On my lord's orders, I have come specifically to thank you for saving Miss Natasha during the autumn campaign!"
"Originally, my lord had intended to come thank you in person. However, Miss Natasha's birthday is the day after tomorrow, so my lord has been far too busy these past few days to come. He can only visit personally after the wedding is over. I hope Sir Nalant will forgive us!"
"So it's the Frank Family. There's no need to be so polite. Saving Natasha was merely a coincidence; there was no need to come all this way to thank me." Nalant nodded.
"You are too modest, Sir Nalant. Your great reputation has already spread throughout noble circles these past few days. They say you braved danger and ventured deep behind enemy lines, ultimately saving our young miss. Moreover, you single-handedly stirred up the enemy's warhorses and routed the Northern Principality's army!"
As he spoke, the Frank Family steward swiftly pulled a sheet of parchment from his robes and respectfully presented it to Nalant.
"Sir Nalant, the Frank