Looking back on his time since arriving in Breeze City, Annan had hardly been idle.
He knew little about this world, so he made friends wherever he could and read books to broaden his knowledge.
He needed to understand the Nobles, so he held a banquet and invited them.
He did not know who his enemies were, so he got to know the people around him and became their friend.
Now Annan had joined the Street Sweepers, deepening his ties to this world.
And, unexpectedly, he had a decent reputation among Breeze City's residents. He had not thrown lavish, debauched parties like other Nobles, oppressed and enslaved Civilians, or bored everyone to death like a stuffy aristocrat. Instead, he gave people plenty to talk about over tea—such as the King of the North's fondness for other races, a quirk he shared with every Sorcerer in the stories.
At some point, word had also spread that Annan was the bane of banquets. He had scared the guests away from his first by announcing his identity. His second, a private banquet at the Manor, had ended badly because of an uninvited guest. At his third, he had refused to mingle and could only invite a handful of friends, Goblins, and even Civilians. His fourth had almost succeeded—until the Street Sweepers took him away for an investigation.
Now the people of Breeze City were saying he could invite them to his fifth banquet. They would never cause trouble, and they would drive away anyone who tried to stop it.
Annan suspected the people around him had started those rumors. They were inaccurate, too—the third banquet had clearly been a dinner at the City Lord's Mansion. It had gone quite smoothly, and he had even met the Countess there.
In any case, Annan and