Leopold City Hall, reception room.
A year later, returning here again, Aiven's feelings were completely different from the first time he met the Viscount.
He was personally led here by the Lord.
Aiven even had the leisure to admire the furnishings of the reception room, leaving aside the exquisite furniture and the paintings on the walls, a weapon rack in the corner of the room was filled with lances, shields, and swords, constantly showcasing the fact that the Viscount's family was a martial noble family.
And all of this, Aiven had not noticed at all the first time he came here...
In the reception room, Aiven once again met the Viscount Andrea, whom he hadn't seen for a year.
"Good day! Viscount!"
"Welcome home, Captain Aiven!"
After the greetings, Aiven sat in the guest's seat, gazing at the elderly man in a noble dress opposite him, suddenly realizing that, unlike the subtle changes in other friends, the Viscount had obviously aged a lot compared to a year ago.
