Ian nodded calmly.  0

It wasn’t surprising that the prince greeted them in person. In that sense, Seras’s reaction was rather puzzling.  0

Was it not the Princess who called him here...?0

While he was thinking, Seras turned to Kedric this time.  0

"This is the great Sir Ian Hope, Agent of the Platinum Dragon and Dragon Slayer, the superhuman of the North."  3

At that moment, the soldiers holding torches all bowed their heads in unison. It was probably the most courtesy they could offer. After all, their knees would only touch the ground in front of the Emperor.0

"Welcome, Agent of the Saint!"  0

Finally, a smile spread across Kedric’s face as he faced Ian. It was a smile that was half prideful arrogance, half refreshing warmth—a signature of the royal family. 0

Spreading his arms slightly, Kedric continued, "We finally meet like this. You cannot imagine how long I’ve been waiting for this moment."  0

"Is that so?" Ian asked calmly, and Kedric's smile deepened.  0

"Why wouldn’t I be? You, Agent of the Saint, are nothing less than a living legend. I doubt there’s a single person in the capital who doesn’t want to meet you."  0

As he spoke, he walked leisurely toward Ian. "The bards in the streets sing of your legendary battle in Bellium, and children run around the alley calling themselves the dragon slayers. The nobles would probably bring their heirlooms hoping to receive your blessing,...0