Book 7: Chapter 2
Rewind time to when a certain custom was taking place in Willeron Palace in the Kingdom of Natra.
“—So you must be the new assignments.”
Speaking magnanimously from the head of the table was Crown Prince Wein Salema Arbalest. His assistant, Ninym Ralei, stood at attention by his side. They gazed upon the two men now kneeling before Wein.
“You may greet His Royal Highness,” Ninym prompted.
One of the men responded nervously. “I am Clovis, the newest member of the esteemed palace guard. It’s an honor and privilege for me to stand before the countenance of His Royal Highness…!”
Clovis let out a quiet sigh, relieved he didn’t falter.
The man next to him began his own introduction. “I-I will be researching f-farming methods, and… My apologies! M-my name is S-Salomon…!”
You idiot, Clovis thought, face paling.
Salomon grew white as a sheet and bowed deeply. After all, he’d just messed up his introduction to the person essentially leading the country.