"Good morning, Master!"
In a villa in Nevis City, Roland emerged from his third-floor bedroom.
Aier, who had long since risen and prepared everything, greeted him cheerfully, then instructed the servants downstairs to lay out breakfast.
Roland washed up in the upstairs bathroom first. By the time he reached the small dining room, everything was ready, so he began breakfast accompanied by the Nevis Daily.
Reading the newspaper or browsing the Magic Network while eating was a bad habit. Roland advocated healthy living, so naturally he would do no such thing.
Instead, he had the sweet-voiced Fox-Eared Girl read the newspaper to him.
She read out the more important headlines, and whenever one interested him, he selected it to be read in full.
After finishing breakfast, Roland draped himself in a classical, medieval-style mage's robe, put on a gentleman's tall hat, took up his walking cane, and stepped outside.
"Pfft, that outfit is so old-fashioned. You look like a walking antique."
In the small building nearby, Trina yawned by the window and mocked him.
"What do you know? Atrelin's upper echelons favor this style. These are what you call mainstream values."
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Living in such a place, Roland paid considerable attention to his appearance.
He had commissioned a tailor to make this outfit specifically for his appointment in Nevis City. It had cost him over a hundred gold coins.
This classic mage's attire from a bygone era could compensate somewhat for the disadvantage of looking too young.
Since it was still early, Roland strolled leisurely toward the park.
The Dog-Eared Girl and Rabbit-Eared Girl followed faithfully behind him, accompanying him on a few circuits.
Afterward, Roland headed to the Runes Editorial Department, while the two beast-eared girls went to the nearby market to