Edward merely went out to show his face and let everyone know whom they worked for, then left it at that. He did not even know their names.
That was how reality worked. Those who arrived early always had an advantage. Take Endili and Aosain: although both were slaves of the lowest standing, Edward remembered them because they had arrived first, and would give them some preferential treatment.
However, treating slaves well was hardly unusual in many noble households. Slaves were their masters' private property, and in a sense, they were part of the "family." Naturally, their masters trusted them more than the "outsiders" they hired.
"Mr. Sparrow, everyone has been settled in."
Dubois reported, "Starting tomorrow, I'll try to help you get acquainted with nobles other than Roselle. Actually, all that talk about every noble in Trier 'blacklisting' me was mostly just rumors growing in the telling. How could I possibly have managed that?"
Edward smiled. "Didn't you sleep with practically every noblewoman and young lady in Trier?"
"...Even if I wanted to, I couldn't possibly manage that," Dubois said sheepishly.
You could compete with Roselle for women, and you're saying you couldn't manage it?
"Then I look forward to it."
Night deepened.
Everything in this era seemed different from two hundred years later, except for the moonlight. It was still crimson as blood, spilling over the ground in a faint red haze.
Dubois sat at the desk in the Butler's Room, several candles lit before him, poring over a thick book as he searched between its lines for more information about Beyonders.
Since Mr. Sparrow had told him to think carefully about which one to choose, he naturally intended to study the matter thoroughly. He still remembered what the Bishop had told him: once he chose a