By the time they arrived in town, the size of their entourage had almost doubled, as the delegates of the northern houses joined them.
The townspeople were stunned upon seeing them and they even thought that there was another event coming.
"What is going on? Why are there so many aristocrats in the town?"
"Haven't you heard? Lord Alaric's real mother is His Majesty's sister which makes him a prince of Astania!"
"Eh? Then wouldn't that mean that we have to call him His Highness now?"
The residents discussed in groups of four or more as they watched the entourage head straight to House Silversword's estate.
At this moment, Alaric was inside the carriage with his parents, his face looking incredibly annoyed.
These people really have to come now! How am I supposed to use that Catastrophe-Grade Steed Card with this many eyewitnesses?
He was exasperated. He didn't even bother to conceal his feelings.
