Soon, the time for the audience on the following morning arrived.
After the envoy came, Romon opened the sturdy wooden window and looked outside. To his surprise, the weather was exceptionally clear today, the sunlight brilliant and cheerful. A carriage was already waiting below.
After changing into formal attire, he came down to the inn's ground floor and found that there were not many people around.
They've all gone out to work. Romon thought. Only a handful of guests would still be eating at the inn at around nine in the morning.
These guests all knew him well. The moment they saw him coming downstairs, someone immediately wanted to raise a cup in greeting. But when they looked at him, they all froze.
Romon wore that Druid robe as he descended the stairs. Starlight formed from gemstones surrounded him in scattered points, and he carried himself with solemn poise and noble grace.
It was power, confidence, bearing, and the force field formed by his outer robe.
For a moment, the inn fell silent as a cicada in winter, drawing countless gazes toward him.
At that moment, one of those who had been waiting stood up. "Lord Romon, the carriage outside is ready. Please board."
It was a fully armed Knight. He had entered the inn and spoke to Romon respectfully.
A Knight had come personally to receive him; that was indeed giving him great face. Romon nodded. "Mm, I understand."
Then, he and the Knight went out together, both wearing grave expressions.
At the door, Romon paused and looked around. His gaze swept over Harvey and his wife, then happened to meet Josie's eyes. He smiled faintly and nodded.
Outside the Harvey Inn, an exceedingly magnificent carriage was already waiting.
More than a dozen mounted knights guarded the carriage on