Far-Sail Port. Lord's Villa. Reception Hall
There were many guests, and quite a few of them were chatting among themselves.
Naturally, everyone held at least the rank of Knight or Lord. Mere gentlemen could no longer enter the reception hall of this Count's Estate.
"This coffee is good!" Knight Pierre from a nearby fief said, lifting the cup before him and taking a sip in his formal attire.
"Indeed. This milk tea is good too," Knight Shagwen said.
At ordinary noble gatherings like this, drinks were provided as well, but they were generally ale and beer. It was quite rare for someone like Romon to casually serve coffee and milk tea to these minor nobles who had come running over.
The standing servants were polite and impeccably respectful.
Everything seemed so pleasant. The only flaw was that the host rarely appeared—or rather, appeared far too seldom.
Still, everyone could understand. Most of those who had come were nearby Knights and Lords, along with their wives. Compared to a Count and a Sixteenth-Level Archdruid, they truly had no reason to appear every day to keep them company.
"It has been a long time since I drank milk tea like this. Did you all know? Baron Yingxiubo's Lineage is in dispute." The speaker was a lady—Lady Perry. In the blink of an eye, she was nearly forty.
Beside her stood a young man of seventeen or eighteen, just entering society.
Lady Perry's husband had been a Hereditary Knight, possessing five Knight Fiefs and a residence in the city. Before the Demon Calamity, he had passed away, leaving his fief and immense wealth to his only son.
Naturally, the inheritance had been held in trust until her son turned eighteen, and Lady Perry had logically become his guardian. This year, it had finally