Lightning soared through the sky, its spread wings twenty meters wide, almost as enormous as an airplane.
Every feather gleamed with golden light.
They formed a barrier of light, shielding those standing upon its back from the wind entirely.
Romon and Alice gazed down below, where Tatshaw Territory lay.
Tatshaw Territory covered seven hundred square kilometers, with hills, even more plains, and a long coastline.
A flourishing city stood along the coast, with vast fields stretching endlessly beyond it.
"Alice, the title of Count Tatshaw will be inherited by your younger brother, along with Far-Sail Port City. You will receive Gold and Silver Island, as well as the small island that belonged to your mother. It currently covers one hundred square kilometers. Unless something unexpected happens, your title will be Baron Peisike. This will be the foundation of your estate."
"But from now on, you are an Inner Circle elder of the Druid Guild. Keep working hard, and do not let down my expectations!" Romon said as he personally pinned the badge symbolizing an Inner Circle elder's status onto Alice's collar, then patted her shoulder.
"Father, I will work hard! I absolutely will not betray your trust and expectations!" Encouraged by her father, Alice gave her promise with great seriousness, though her heart felt a little sour.
Count Tatshaw's territory included overseas lands and the former lands of Baron Rokas. Even after Gold and Silver Island had been carved away, it still covered six hundred square kilometers and was prosperous and wealthy.
But on second thought, Ruxiji was the rightful heir after all, and he had not entered the Church either. That made her feel somewhat better.
"Good! My Alice has finally grown up," Romon said as he looked at his daughter.
"Oh, right. No one has been pestering you