"My son Liszt, my greatest pride—you deserve much of the credit for the glory of my title." The Count—no, Marquis Oxtail—patted Liszt on the shoulder. There was none of a father's authority in him now, only a father's affection. In truth, his marquis title had been earned entirely by Liszt.
Looking at his tall, handsome second son, he kept all the emotions swelling in his heart bottled up inside.
When Liszt had first been born, he had resembled Melissa so closely that his father had placed great hopes upon him, hoping he would surpass himself. But as Liszt grew older, his personality became increasingly timid and withdrawn, while the talent he displayed became more and more mediocre. Disappointment set in, and his father's sense of loss gradually turned into coldness.
And now, every step Liszt took shook the heavens and earth. All he could feel was shock upon shock, until he could only look at his son as an equal—or even had to look up at him.
Other than remaining as handsome as ever, his second son's talent had undergone a heaven-and-earth transformation.
Everyone returned to the castle's sitting room.
The women had their own place to gather and chat. In the sitting room were Marquis Oxtail's followers, led by four viscounts—lifetime Viscount Levis, Viscount Yunus of Gravel City, Viscount Trick of Beer Island, and Viscount Liszt of Black Horse Island.
During his twenty years as Count, Leewilliam had never gained the allegiance of a Sky Knight, nor had any of his followers advanced to become Sky Knights—Liszt was the exception.
But now that he had been granted the title of Marquis Oxtail, perhaps Sky Knights would come to follow him in the future.
"My elevation to Marquis Oxtail is an honor that all of you fought for with one