A few days later, outside a private residence in eastern Nevis.
Socialites and noblewomen arrived one after another, walking along a crimson carpet into the courtyard amid intermittent flashes of magical cameras.
The usual party furnishings had already been arranged in the open-air courtyard.
Yet beyond the assorted tables and chairs and the exquisite, luxurious cups, the most eye-catching feature was undoubtedly the enormous banner hanging in front of the residence's main building.
Lengths of cloth hung from ropes, with large characters pasted onto them individually to form two lines of text.
The top line read, "Seris Calligraphy Association."
The bottom line read, "Welcome, esteemed mages! We look forward to your guidance!"
Surrounded by an enthusiastic crowd, Roland arrived with Aier, who was dressed in all her finery. The instant he spotted the scene from a distance, he inwardly exclaimed, Holy shit.
A banner!
Our national traditions have escaped!
I never even told you about this. You figured it out yourselves?
The succubus accompanying him followed his gaze to the banner and gave an involuntary gasp of admiration.
These people really knew their stuff.
"Roland, I personally wrote these large characters in regular script. What do you think? They look pretty good, don't they?"
Lie Yi came over and spoke with a hint of pride when he saw Roland's peculiar expression.
Naturally, he would never tell Roland that he had painstakingly assembled this piece by selecting large characters from hundreds of failed attempts.
"They do look quite good." Reluctant to undermine his confidence, Roland gave a wry smile. "But next time, could you use a single sheet of paper and write the whole thing in one go?"
Lie Yi's aged face reddened, and he mumbled without managing a reply.
Pasting them up one sheet at a time did indeed look