The Tulip Family's Son of Glory had once been merely a polite form of flattery. Now, it had become a fact acknowledged by all. If even Liszt could not be called a Son of Glory, then the Sapphire Grand Duchy probably had no Son of Glory at all.
The youngest Sky Knight, inheritor of the Ghost Swordsman legacy.
He defeated a Domain Knight and captured a Sword Saint.
He seized an iron mine and reaped the greatest iron ore haul since the Pioneer Order began over a century ago.
Such dazzling exploits were like sparks trailing lightning; it was exceedingly difficult not to draw attention. Now that the Pioneer Order had ended, the course of the war had basically spread throughout the country. Nobles and commoners on every island had likely begun discussing Liszt.
Even in the Eagle Kingdom, Liszt's name had probably gained a modest degree of renown.
At the very least, among the nobles around the Roaring River Estuary, there should be no one who did not know of him.
With such a powerful man for a son, Count Leewilliam had no choice but to personally greet him at the door, showing his respect and regard for Liszt.
And the family members and servants who depended on the family's strong figures naturally had to show their respect as well.
The timid second son who had once been an unnoticed nobody in the family, sent off to a remote frontier town to be done with, had completely vanished. To everyone now, Liszt was a dazzling, unrivaled genius and hero. He was the most outstanding blood descendant of the Tulip Family, without the slightest dispute.
"Father, I have troubled you to come welcome me in person."
"This is the treatment you deserve. I am proud of you, my son!" Leewilliam