A semiofficial salon for distinguished guests was underway in the hall of the Governor's Residence's main building.
This was a mobilization meeting the Mage Corps had organized in pursuit of a cultural victory. Many renowned scholars, refined literary figures, and master artists from the Lainer Kingdom had been summoned to meet its members.
As a rising celebrity within the Mage Corps, Roland naturally attended the salon as well.
Those titles sounded grand and impressive, but in reality, this was just a gathering of privileged overlords from the ruling nation and the Lainer Kingdom's comprador class in a postcolonial age.
They chatted and made connections.
"Hallo, my name, is Endrichim Rude..."
"How do you do, I well, have eaten..."
At the gathering, a middle-ranking noble said to be a famous scholar of the Lainer Kingdom enthusiastically latched onto Roland, trying to strike up a conversation in broken Seris.
Roland secretly found it amusing, but still chatted with him politely.
"Your, Romance, very profound!
Respect, I full of..."
Roland wore an awkward but polite smile.
Inside, however, he was screaming, Would someone please get this fellow away from me?
Fortunately, an announcement rang out just then.
"Princess Rosa has arrived!"
To Roland, it sounded like heavenly music. "Her Highness is here. I must go welcome her."
"We, go too!" Endrichim Rude said hastily.
Princess Rosa hurried in wearing casual clothes, and was somewhat surprised to find such a large crowd here.
Today's gathering was mainly for literary intellectuals. Although the king knew about it, he had not specifically informed her, so she only learned of it upon arriving.
Everyone assumed the princess had come especially for the gathering and showered her with flattery. Princess Rosa could only steel herself, go along with their misunderstanding, and offer a few brief responses.
"Your Highness,