Book 2: Chapter 22
“Your majesty, this is Castor’s envoy, Mr Meriwether Ente.”
I looked at the envoy while Castell who was standing beside me introduced me to all sorts of famous figures, such as the chairman of the business committee or something, and the chief of some army unit, and the chief of some department. The chief before me looked slightly older than Castell. His white hair was disappearing and he did his best to comb his hair towards the middle to cover the bald spot there.
The smile on his face was normal, but his shoulders were rolled forward causing him to look like a camel. He was short in stature. He only came up to the tip of my nose, so he looked like a little clown to me. He’s an envoy just like Castell, but while Castell looked handsome and competent, the gentleman didn’t give me any good impressions.
“Your majesty.”
He bent over to bow before me and then handed me a glass of red wine. When I went to accept the glass of wine, I noticed that the buttons on his sleeves weren’t the same.
I frowned. This meant that he changed the buttons… He’s quite thrifty, but he should’ve at least made sure the buttons were identical… You’re an envoy, you know? If you’re not careful, people might take it as you not respecting this nation.
“Nice to meet you.”
After my simple greeting, I turned around to leave. Castell asked me from behind: “Your majesty, do you understand the relationship between our country and Castor?”
“I don’t. But I have seen Castor currency.”