Chapter 24: Come Up, and I Grant You the Right to Take a Seat
"Princess, don't be disheartened. After all, this is my territory. My land will bless my people, so learning things will be a bit quicker. It's actually normal to learn slowly."
Romon walked toward the two of them. Many lords often mumble about the relationship between land and people, and it's true: each region nurtures its own kind.
"You mean to say your land doesn't welcome me?" Angelia countered.
"I..."
Before Romon could respond, a swift figure suddenly appeared in the council hall.
The newcomer was none other than his slave, the cat-eared Nini. She was holding a special letter and walking toward him.
It was a type of letter Romon had seen when he was a child—an invitation to a noble's ball. However, the Thune family hadn't received such an invitation in many years. Now, someone had sent him an invitation, which likely meant that the visitor's intentions weren't good.
"Master."
Ignoring both the princess and Talia, Nini quietly approached Romon and presented the letter with both hands.
It was a deep wine-red invitation, sealed with a wax emblem of a camellia flower.
"An invitation from the Matthews family?" Romon hadn't even spoken yet when Princess Angelia, noticing the shape of the wax seal, asked.