Anne-Marie shyly bowed her face while Isla inwardly gave such an evaluation. Count Elven continued speaking to Isla.

“Now, this is…”

He introduced the rest of his relatives and those who were close to him. Finally a young man who looked to be about 20 stood next to Count Elven.

“This is my younger cousin, Gerard.”

“It is an honor to meet you, Sir Isla.”

“…..”

Isla had been about to shake the young man’s hand, then suddenly paused. Their gazes met midair.

Proud, challenging eyes full of arrogance.

Isla had not heard wrong.

The young man had addressed him as ‘sir’, rather than by his proper title.

“Gerard, where are your manners? His Majesty Isla is the king of a nation.”

Count Elven rebuked his cousin with a frown. However, Gerard tilted his head as if he had done nothing wrong.

“But is he not here as a knight of the Pendragon Kingdom? I do not see why this is a problem.”

“You…”

Count Elven started to respond, but Isla stepped up.

“That is all right. It is common for children to make mistakes.”

“Uh…”

Gerard’s face...