“Great work, my lord.”

“Phew! Did it have to be this grand?”

Raven took off his armor and changed into comfortable clothes, responding to Vincent’s words with a bitter smile as he flopped down on a sofa. Recently, Vincent had been growing a mustache. Befitting his nickname of “Pendragon’s Raccoon Mask”, Vincent spoke with a mysterious, knowing smile.

“I had to go this far.”

“Hmm.”

“This place has changed a lot during your long stay in the South. There are more people who have never seen you before compared to those that have.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. The majority of people have only heard rumors about the lord. Moreover, the stories are akin to legends that are hardly believable. Humans are beings that trust their own eyes and ears beyond anything else. The lord has returned at a suitable time.”

“Oh! That’s true, my lord. Personally, I never believe rumors of pretty girls in the villages unless I see them for myself. Above all else, there’s nothing more believable than experiencing their beautiful appearances with my own eyes and…”

“I see. Please be quiet for a second.”

“…Yes.”

Killian started chattering with an excited expression. He was forced to sip his tea with a sullen face when Raven interjected. Vincent smiled lightly at Killian’s actions. The knight had not changed...