He was a man in his early twenties, wearing a greasy smile, confident eyes, and a gold-threaded insignia on one shoulder. A sword decorated with thin chains of pure gold hung on his waist.

“I am Baron Gale Lambert, knight of the Great Territory of Fiat. May I ask which family you are from?”

Gale Lambert spoke in a polite manner, but the way he carried himself was arrogant. He nodded his head lightly with one hand on his waist. It was because the Fiat family was an ancient family that had contributed to the founding of the empire, and he served under them with a fairly high status as a baron. 

The group knew of the man’s high status, but they did not respond. They waited for Raven to make a move first because he was the representative of the group. 

Raven looked up and down at the man named Gale Lambert. Seeing the brand-new sword, which clearly had never been used, and the man’s hands, which were as soft as a woman’s, Raven knew immediately that the man had never had any real-life experiences. He turned his head coolly while answering. 

“None of your business.”

“….huh?”

Gale Lambert was waiting for an answer with a confident expression, then became shocked at the unexpected answer. His expression distorted.

“How rude! A proud noble should be respectful and respond in kind when another greets them first.”

Raven lifted his head slightly...