Wortenia Senki (WN)

The Viscounts of McMaster, who got off the carriage, were picked up in front of the mansion's doorway.

In front of me, there are about twenty beautiful people in silk made-up clothes, pinching red carpets and lining them left and right.

Standing in the middle of it is an all-back big man who carefully holds his hair back without a minute's gap.

What he wears is a black silk dress.

Indeed, it is an unusual color.

That said, there is no denying that it can even be a less interesting color.

I guess the person wearing it also understands that.

Gold and silver threads embellished everywhere, such as sleeves and collars, are exquisite accents.

Well, in something very flashy, you decided you'd be disgusted with your visitors.

Overall, should it be said that the product is put together at a good level?

"Welcome aboard. Viscount McMaster."

When he smiles softly, he puts his hand on his chest and shows it gracefully.

As if to follow the word, the twins with braided blonde and silver hair and the maids lining up behind them bowed their heads simultaneously.

That's undisturbed control.

It's just one way to keep your head down, but it's not as simple or easy as it sounds in words.

Because angles, timing, etc. are not worn overnight.

Courtesy in an aristocratic society is, in a certain sense, more important than polishing the arms of martial arts or studying politics.

They are also supposed to be implicit understandings that should naturally be understood and understood if they are also aristocratic.

In some cases, the neck can literally fly physically.

"I am so afraid that the Lord will welcome me himself."

With that said, Viscount McMaster greets back with a smile.

"It is thus a pleasure to meet with the famous family that has been going on since the founding of the Kingdom of Roselia. Nevertheless, there is no happier happiness than that if you ask me how I feel as a nobleman, etc. That said, it's also rude to stop at the front door. I'll show you to the clerk, so please welcome him to the venue."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that... I'll see you later"

With that said, Viscount McMaster is taken inside the mansion by one of his maids.

On the surface it could be described as a really soothing first contact.

But there was already a certain emotion in Viscount McMaster's chest that was turning into disgust.

(Hmm... looks like there's no problem educating the servants. Or borrowed from the Earl of Salzberg house...... either way you need to be careful)

The maids showed off a thread of undisturbed control in front of them.

I can even feel the elegance in that position.

That's of such quality that I don't think it's a very well-made baroness servant.

A child has the word mirror that mirrors his parents.

It's a word that means that if you look at a child's behavior, words, and behavior, you can understand what kind of person the parent is.

Until the baby has a self and utters a word, what sets the example is the behavior and behavior of the parent standing.

As there is the word "soul of three children up to one hundred," naturally, the character and ideas of the child reflect the qualities and ideas of the parent.

In that sense, it is good to see that the servants standing in front of you are well educated.

As far as sassy as I could tell, the condition of the mansion was impeccable as well.

There is not a drop of dust on the floor, and there is no wrinkle or slack on the carpet.

I can also see that I care about how to place the conditioning products.

(Originally this was a separate residence for the Earl of Salzberg, so it would have been well managed to some extent......,)

Having said that, as far as Viscount McMaster knows, there is only enough to count with one hand, even when the governor inherits, such as the Count Salzberg's stay in the King's Capital.

Viscount McMaster had never heard of an exceptionally enthusiastic hand just because this mansion also survived because it had been inherited for many years.

Naturally, the morale of the servants serving this separate residence would have been low.

Whatever, because the Lord to serve will not be visible for a long time.

Of course, ideals should have the same loyalty and dedication with or without a husband.

But that's only idealistic.

Viscount McMaster himself also serves the Kingdom of Roselia, but it does not mean that he is 100 percent obedient to Queen Lupis' policy.

(It is also possible that the housekeeper entrusted with the management of this mansion is competent...)

Managing the servants of this mansion on their own, and letting competent people manage it, ultimately means the skill of the man who says Ryo Michizawa.

(Either way, it is better to see that a man who says "Michizaki" has an understanding of an object called nobility. Sometimes it's unusual for a person to become one...)

Viscount McMaster slightly raised the rating of a man named Ryo Mishiba.

If I looked backwards over my shoulder, I could see the young man following behind me.

(Is that the same assessment...)

Viscount McMaster sighs small as he makes sure the youth snorts small.

In the carriage, I scattered the baron of Miyagi, but I felt my inner anger at the fact that the young man had turned his pity on me, but apparently it was me who had no eyes to see.

It can be said that it is quite unusual in the strict Kingdom of Roselia of the identity system for civilians to be told to nobility.

No, even if we look around the entire Western continent, there are very few examples of civilians becoming aristocrats.

But it's not like there are no lower knights or bureaucrats of civilian origin.

They are not nobles in the pure sense, but they cannot even be called civilians.

Well, from the majority of the civilian population, they are definitely aristocrats and belong to the ruling class.

But what about them from the nobles?

If I were to say so, it would be a position of quasi aristocracy.

No, the words are bad, but it may be more right to say they are not aristocratic.

Many of the humans who said so misunderstand the existence of aristocracy.

Because nobility is not something that anyone can be if they are described as noble.

Eventually, a heavy wooden door appeared before Viscount McMaster with such thoughts in his heart.

The lead maid hangs her hands on the handle.

"This is..."

Viscount McMaster is unintentionally breathtaking at the sight that extends beside the open door.

This hall is about the size of a royal palace.

For example, there would be room in the hotel for just a few hundred people-sized eating parties to open at their leisure.

Many of the humans in it were bickering.

(How many nobles have been called here? Besides......)

Of course, I wasn't imagining an idle sight with Viscount McMaster.

Starting with Elena, known as the White Military God of Roselia, the late King's Chancellor, Count Bergston, now sifting his spicy arms under Marquis Ernest, is accompanied by leading figures such as Count Zeleif, who has hidden daylight and hidden forces in the shadow of his brother-in-law.

Psychologically, even if he was averse to the ascendants, he didn't think that the invitations issued by the Baron of Goshiba would ever be ignored by the nobles.

But such Viscount McMaster's judgment seemed pretty sweet.

(That was the Lord of the Earl of Burkhide and the Lord of the Earl of Heinbel...)

The masters of the prestigious nobility who once supported his house when the Marquis Ernesto family boasted of its luxury.

Like the Earl of Bergston, they are aristocrats who have been forced into their own territory.

"So much so... that Bergston and Zeleif seem to have bracketed their bellies..."

Viscount McMaster slowly looked back at the voice of the nostalgic man heard from behind.