Chapter 120: Dignity of a future ruler (1/2)

Differently from his three previous visits, the outside of the Gorfard mansion was quite crowded. After all, the Duke Gorfard was one of, if not the most, influential noble after the royal family.

On one part, this was because the Gorfard family were in-laws with the royal family through Lilith but this was also because Loki Gorfard was a very good politician.

As such, the invitation they sent received widespread replies. This was compounded by the fact that the noble knew that the mysterious prince would attend this party, giving the impression that the relationship between the two camps was slowly mending.

Of course, the sharp-minded nobles understood that the current undercurrent was quite heavy and abstained from participating. As such, only the low-level nobles and the nobles affiliated with the Gorfard family were attending.

The moment Sol stepped down from the carriage, all the regard immediately focused on him. Any other man would have felt a little cowed before such intensity. The Sol from a few months ago would have surely felt a little somewhat intimidated.

But at this moment, as he walked down the red carpet, Sol didn't even do so much as flinch nor even spare a regard to the people around him.

Men were shaped by their experiences and the lessons they received from them and Sol had learned many lessons. He was also sure that he would learn many more.

If he was cowed by some little weak nobles here, then all this time would have simply been a waste.

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The moment he reached the door, he was respectfully greeted by the head butler. A gentle-looking old man, accompanied by two well-dressed young women and two maids.

But, the moment Sol faced this man, he immediately felt extremely uncomfortable. As if he was facing something filthy and disgusting.

Even though this feeling passed in flash and was quite fleeting, Sol was sure that it wasn't an illusion, and this made him ponder.

It was the first time he saw this man and he had absolutely no reason to feel such an intense dislike for someone like this.

This could only mean that something supernatural was at play.

'Either his race is something I cannot support or there is something else.'

From his recent discussion with Camelia, he was quite sure about what this feeling means, proving that many dangerous events will happen soon.

Even though thousands of thoughts were running in his head, Sol's face betrayed nothing. He even showed a faint smile and slightly nodded his head.

Those few days of visiting the nobles had been more rewarding in experience than years of studying.

The butler was accompanied by two young women who were rather beautiful. Since he made some research about Gorfard, he knew that those two were concubine daughters born between some of the maids and Loki himself.

Seeing them, the warmth in his eyes immediately chilled.

Sol was someone who didn't particularly care about rules because of his modern upbringing. Still, this didn't stop him from understanding that what was happening now was the Duke slighting him.

After all, even though the Prince came to visit them, neither the Duke nor his heir came to welcome him.

If this was all, it could still be pardoned, but they had to send a woman of extremely low birth to salute him with a servant. In a way, this was sending a message,

'You are the prince, but so what?'

Even though Sol didn't care about social convention, this didn't mean that others thought the same as him. If he let this pass, it would be a grave insult.

So how should he respond? Thinking so, he looked at the butler with a playful light in his eyes and asked,

”Is the Gorfard family trying to humiliate me?”

This question was asked very lightly as if the answer didn't matter, as if the prince was simply looking at a bunch of clowns prancing and jumping around.

This, more than anything, unsettled the butler.

He had been ready for many kinds of response from the prince. Mainly anger or silent acceptance, not this seemingly indifference and amusement.

After years of serving the previous Gorfard Family, he had thought that knew well those creatures called nobles, more precisely young nobles.

In his opinion, all young nobles were selfish spoiled naive brats. Some of them despite this naivety were quite good morally wise, while some others like his own young master were evil little shit.

From the information he had gathered about Sol, he wasn't particularly any better than any other young master, just less evil. Though, after the fight in the arena, it was clear that most, if not all the information they had about him was completely wrong.