Seeing that the lord's words were resolute, no one objected anymore.
With the organization established and its members still quite complex, Ron immediately ordered that a plan be developed.
With collective wisdom and effort, and by coordinating all parties, a solution was quickly developed…
"Alright, that's all. You may all leave now!"
The stewards bowed and withdrew.
Shortly after the stewards left, a gatekeeper from the lord's manor came forward to report.
"My lord, there are royal envoys outside claiming to be from the Carlo Magic Empire."
Ron had intended to step down from his seat, but upon hearing that the imperial envoy had arrived, he immediately perked up.
News has also arrived from the princes of the Fieldridge Empire and the royal family of the Baron Swordsman Empire, and now it's the Carlo Magic Empire...
His little Sandy Lane is really eye-catching.
Remembering Field's last visit, when he brought a fairy egg and helped boost the potion's power, Ron was honestly looking forward to the Imperial Royal Family's arrival!
At least, Ron's territory can make a profit by having them come here for tourism.
While the mind is preoccupied with something, reality asks: "Does the visitor have any token?"
"I saw that he took out a token seal, which bore the mark of the Carlo Magic Empire."
“Very good, welcome him in.”
Let's see for ourselves first. It should be true. These days, hardly anyone dares to impersonate a noble, let alone the imperial royal family.
A moment later, a male knight in court attire approached Ron.
Ron looked down at the man, who was middle-aged, dressed in a white knight's uniform, with a beard that was neither too thick nor too thin, and looked somewhat weathered.
"Sir Os Tyren greets Viscount Ron of the Kingdom of Gil. This is my royal identity magic token from the Carlo royal family."
Os, a master swordsman, controls an external elemental force to activate a magic command.
The talisman shone with a purple-white light…
"Alright, what business does the royal envoy from Carlo wish to meet with Viscount Ben?"
Others addressed Ron as Viscount, so naturally he wouldn't call himself Pope—a tacit understanding among the minor nobles.
The man below should be a hereditary knight, without a fief, but that's still better than some knights who don't have a hereditary title.
"His Highness Prince Wolai Carlo, the First Prince of the Empire, has been ordered by the Magic Queen to accompany Viscount Ron to the Empire to prevent any unforeseen events in the Underdark..."
Ron listened quietly, and realized that this was the purpose of their visit.
There's no rush to celebrate the birthday of the Carlo Magic Empire; I'd like to spend another month or two there.
Unlike other noble families, those who wanted to stay in other places prepared six months in advance, fearing that arriving late would displease the Carlo Empire.
It's the centenary of the Magic Queen's birthday! It's not surprising that some people prepare a year in advance.
Unlike Ron, who always wanted to be the last one to arrive. Tabitha thought Ron would know what was good for him!
Ron felt that it was all because his trip to the Elf Forest had made him too famous, the Darklands... and now the Carlo royal family, and even the eldest prince.
Now that things had come to this, Ron could only say, "Okay, let me get ready."
"Of course, Your Excellency Viscount, but before we depart, His Highness the Crown Prince would like to have a long talk with you. Would you be so kind as to invite me?"
"I am deeply honored to receive the invitation from His Highness the Crown Prince of the Carlo Empire. Time and place."
"Tomorrow at noon, at the most luxurious hotel in your territory."
"Understood, I, the Viscount, will be there on time."
“Well then, Your Excellency Viscount, I will take my leave.”
...
I just told my maid I was going out a while ago, and I'm here so soon.
However, this time we can bring the maid Vivian along.
Back in the backyard, Ron recounted the incident.
"Young Master, Vivian knows, I'll go prepare right away."
"Okay, but first come with me to meet my parents."
"Of course I should tell my parents before I go on a long trip..."
Stepping into a relative's courtyard always brings a sense of ease, no matter the time.
Hopefully, my parents weren't practicing elemental powers at that moment. Fortunately, they were just chatting in the courtyard.
Or rather, Tina, the mother, was criticizing her own father.
On either side of the exquisite wooden table, Tina, the mother, sat gracefully in a chair.
"You, you really don't have even half of your son's talent, how come you..."
"It's all thanks to Ron that we have him."
"Don't try to change the subject, how's your swordsmanship progressing?" o(￣ヘ￣o＃)
“Look… our son is here.”
"My son, come here."
"..."
Such henpecked behavior from his father was rare for Ron when he was young. Back then, Borg's father was still a lord, and his mother was also keen to maintain his authority.
It seems that Mother is getting anxious because Father is struggling to break through to the Great Swordsman realm!
However, cultivating elemental power cannot be rushed.
As Ron stepped forward, he said, "I believe in Father. Father will definitely become a Grand Swordsman and rival our ancestors' achievements."
Tina then complained, "His greatest achievement is giving birth to you with me."
The father did not refute this.
Ron already knew he was his parents' pride, so he didn't say much else.
Then Ron added, "This time, I'm going on a long trip and won't be back for several months."
"Really? Then go ahead! Your strength is probably comparable to your father's now, and you have so many guards. Take more Grandmaster-level guards with you."
Ron thought to himself, "A master-level guard might not be safe!"
However, Ron added, "Rita will accompany me. This time I'm going to the Carlo Magic Empire, where I'll be protected by the royal family, for the centenary celebration of the Magic Queen."
The eldest father spoke first: "Paying respects to the Magic Queen on her birthday, good, good, as expected of my son, go and come back soon."
Tina, on the other hand, was more composed: "Is the birthday gift ready?"
"Not yet, but I already have an idea."
"That's good." Tina replied with relief. It seemed that in her mother's eyes, her son was much more reliable than Borg, who was the father.
"..."
Afterward, Ron talked with his family for a while.
They were all very happy.
o(￣▽￣)d
Fathers, in particular, should smile more!
Looking back, when I returned to the territory, my father's full head of white hair was quite frightening. It was nothing compared to his ambition and leisurely life.
When you travel, visit the Carlo Magic Palace!
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