On September 15, 513 of the Holy Calendar, a ball is held at the Royal Castle.
I am the first to attend this ball as the second son of the Brutozelles Border Uncle family.
The ball is a national event held in conjunction with the Harvest Festival.
Therefore the host is His Majesty the King.
The ball starts at 5: 00 in the evening, but Father and I are supposed to climb the castle at 2: 00 after noon.
I am walking in the royal castle when my father takes me.
Exactly the only royal castle with multiple large courtyards in the castle, big enough to get tired of just walking.
Different nobles and bureaucrats stop by the hallway to clear our way when they see your father.
Some of them greet their father, but he never stops just returning a reply.
Nobles and bureaucrats also move when we walk away, but if it's nobility that sometimes feels like killing over my back, maybe I can't help it.
That's how I walked more than a dozen minutes, coming in front of a lavish door with a design on the front.
On both sides of the door stands a knight, whose father speaks a word or two.
"The Honourable Ernest von Brutozells Borderline Uncle, your son Christoph von Brutozells is here."
One of the knights calls out through the door.
The door opens and Father and I are invited into the room by the knight.
The room is about 10m x 15m rectangular in size and there (...) large.
Inside the room there was a luxurious desk in the back and a luxurious reception set was also arranged in the door and on the left.
An old man sits at a luxurious desk and writes with a blade pen.
And one on the left and right of that luxurious desk, one on the left from the door, but one on the opposite side of that window, one on the left and one on the right from the door, stood a total of five knights, and a large old man sat on the couch of the reception set.
My father and I tilt our hips about thirty degrees forward, turning our right hand in front of our chest and our left hand behind our hips, making a brief salute to those above us.
"Lord Christoph with the Governor of southern Brutozelles, or raise your face."
The viceroy of the South is a paternal position, and the Brutus Frontier Territory lies in the south of the Kingdom of Saint Bandam, and is sometimes the best family member in the south. The Brutus Frontier uncle has been the viceroy of the southern region for generations.
Well, more than 70% of the south is ruled by the Brutzelles Frontier House of Lords or the Brutzelles Frontier House of Lords, so there's no way any other aristocrat can be the southern governor.
I turn to an old man, the owner of a room where my father and I cancel our salute and do paperwork at a fancy desk.
"Your Majesty is in a good mood to congratulate you. I know you very well."
I think I knew, but the Lord of this room is the 39th King of the Kingdom of Holy Bandam, Akicht von Bandam Kousaka.
"Um. I was wondering if the Governor of the South could wait for you, Lord Christoph."
"Ha!"
I salute His Majesty and head to the couch where a big old man waits about his father.
Father shakes hands with the big old man and looks at me and introduces me to "It's my son Christoph".
"Lord Christoph, I've heard rumors. Whoa, I'm Abbas Kudo Tomloski. Nice to meet you, Prodigy Palace."
Prodigy or... God.
"My name is Christoph von Brutozels. Rumors of Sergeant Tomloski have also been heard in my ears without public knowledge. It's an honor to meet you, Sir of Military Affairs, a hero of the Buddhist Path."
Though this military lord Tomloski looks like a large, muscular, pig-thrusting warlord, he is in fact a good general who also brings together the face of a plotter and the head of the prestigious Count Tomloski family of the factional legal nobility.
"... Is Lord Christoph really Lord Gores' grandson? So did Lord Ernest, but I don't think Lord Gores is bleeding very well."
My grandfather Gores is lavish in a good way, and a big mess or guzzle in a bad way.
He seemed to boast unparalleled strength in battle because he was a former adventurer, but he was an all-husband in terms of politics and intelligence, and the one who gave up his governor to his father early on, who hated the nobility's hard life.
I guess I know it well because I wear it with my grandfather Gores in the ages.
The chatter ends when His Majesty finishes the fight against the paperwork and takes his seat and sees him come this way.
When His Majesty sits at the top of the reception set, Father, Sir Tomloski, move your gaze in my order and pin it on me.
Sonata is Lord Christoph.
"Yes, Your Majesty. My name is Christoph von Brutozels. I worship your face and I am delighted to hear it."
Stand in front of His Majesty and introduce yourself.
"Um, call me."
With His Majesty's permission, His Majesty shifts his eyes to Father when he confirms me sitting beside him.
If I were a man, the first sight would officially take place between the thrones, but I'm the second son, so that kind of reclining won't be done.
"Governor of the South, can I give you an example?
The sight of His Majesty, who slowly opens his mouth and confirms the matter to his father, is fixed on his father, but his consciousness seems to be right for me.
"Yes, sir, to the left."
There are five other knights of escort here besides the four people sitting on the couch - His Majesty and Father and Army Sergeant Tomloski and myself.
Nine of them are in the room, but the room is big, so I can't breathe.
"Hmm, can you hear that answer from the Governor of the South, or Lord Christoph?
Of the five escort knights, one is Brother Jimnis.
And among the rest of the escort knights is His Majesty's third son, Lady Lloyd Kud Bandham.
Master Lloyd is an adult and now he belongs to the Knights.
I've never been face-to-face with Lord Lloyd, but he's a god with eyes.
Because between my first and last name, I would have 'von', and if I were Lord of Military Affairs Tomloski or Lord Lloyd, I would have 'kud', but this is the difference between having territory or not.
What, you're saying I wouldn't have territory?
That's because I'm a minor, and if I don't have a territory when I'm fifteen and I'm recognized as an adult, I'll be naming 'Kudo' instead of 'Von' too.
However, in the case of a man of aristocracy with territory, he remains a 'von' even if he does not have territory when he is an adult.
"Christoph."
Encourage your father to answer me.
"Yes... Your Majesty has instructed me to give you a magic item, but what you can prepare in six days' time will be:"
I take the inventory out of my nostalgia and read it up.
"10,000 wound potions, 5,000 blood potions, 1,000 mana potions, 3,000 advanced wound potions, 1,000 advanced blood potions, and 200 advanced mana potions. This is where the drugs come in."
The wound potion, as its name suggests, can be wounded with a wound healing drug, but drinking it is more effective.
But I can't make the blood I lost, so if I get hurt badly, the wound potion won't heal me.
Blood potions are bleeding and gone. Those who bleed heavily with a drug that creates blood often lose blood if they don't drink this blood potion and replenish the blood.
Mana potion works by taking it with chemicals that restore magic.
"There will be a thousand rings of power, a thousand rings of protection, five hundred rings of quickness, five hundred fireball rings and a thousand waterings. I'm sorry, but there's only ten bracelets on the barrier."