White had naturally learned about those little buildings during his many days in Storm Territory.
They were little buildings comparable to manor houses—sturdy, beautiful, spacious, bright, and warm. They were simply the homes every commoner dreamed of.
Yet this lord had granted him one with just a single sentence...
Of course, White also knew that this was surely because of his granddaughter.
But when nobles gave rewards, didn't they usually like to lead people along step by step?
For this young lord to bestow such a generous reward all at once was truly something he had never seen before.
"Th... thank you, my lord. From this day onward, I, White, am willing to pledge my life in loyal service to you!" White was genuinely convinced this time.
Even on Sacred Continent, he had never seen a noble with such bold generosity. A person like this would surely become a great figure in the future.
Seeing her grandfather so excited, Bessie glanced again at the incomparably beautiful little building in the distance, its walls painted a pure snowy white.
Then, when she looked once more at this handsome and imposing lord, faint specks of light shimmered in her eyes.
This young lord was not only gentle and approachable, but also the most generous and benevolent lord she had ever seen...
After returning to the castle, Nalant had Vivian and the others take Bessie away to continue practicing her talent power, while he called White alone into the first-floor hall.
"White, have a seat!" Nalant pointed at a wooden chair nearby.
"Thank you for your grace, my lord!" Having just declared his willingness to pledge his life in service, White had truly acknowledged Nalant as his master, so he did not decline as he had yesterday.
Seeing White's change in attitude,