It wasn’t just Lebron who welcomed Hyeonu when he returned. There were a few more people next to Lebron. Looking at their clothes, they were priests, magicians, and merchants.

‘Are they some representatives?’

Hyeonu didn’t know about this. No, of course, he should have expected it would happen. Lebron was in charge of the delegation, but he wouldn’t do anything for the sake of diplomatic relations. After all, he was just in charge of being the face and fists.

‘He isn’t enough of a gentleman to do that.’

Just then, Lebron saw Hyeonu walk over.

“How is it?” Lebron asked in a solemn voice. It was a serious tone that was rarely heard from him.

‘There are other people around... Is he managing his image?’

“Yes, the 3rd imperial prince will come out to meet you. He said he would be as formal as possible. We can go now, Master,” Hyeonu answered.

“Really? Well done. You are truly worthy of being the next commander of the Knights of Keon. It’s like seeing myself when I was young.”

It was a compliment so direct that it gave Hyeonu goosebumps. Despite feeling the goosebumps on his arms, Hyeonu...