Thinking this, Nalant continued forward at a slow pace.
Just as he was about to head for the manor gates, a young nobleman stepped in front of him.
The young nobleman sized Nalant up and down. Seeing that the silk formalwear he wore was also high-end, he spoke with slightly more courtesy. "Sir, as nobles, we should all understand the rule of first come, first served."
"So, sir, you should get in line!"
"Get in line? What line?" Nalant looked the young nobleman over, his brows knitting slightly.
"Sir, you came to see the Prophetess too, didn't you?"
"That's right!" Nalant nodded.
"Then that settles it. We all came to see the Prophetess, so you have to queue up!"
"If you want to cut in line, that would be breaking the rules and stirring up public anger!" Upon hearing that Nalant had indeed come for Stella, the young nobleman immediately pointed at the dozen or so young nobles ahead and explained.
"You all came to see the Prophetess? What do you want with her?"
The young nobleman's words genuinely left Nalant bewildered.
The Prophetess was not some temple saintess who could offer blessings and such. What were these fellows doing here looking for Stella?
"Sir, do you really not understand, or are you pretending not to?"
As he spoke, the young nobleman flicked his wrist, and an exquisite invitation appeared in his hand.
"This is a love letter I wrote for the Prophetess, declaring my affection.
"Oh, and naturally, gifts are indispensable as well. Take a look at this string of rainbow baroque pearls from the Danube Coast."
"Sir, I see you don't have a spatial ring, and your hands are empty. Don't tell me you came empty-handed?"
The young nobleman then took out a gift box and waved it