"Then, Your Highness, Orlan and I will go see Princess Elina first and help her gain the support of the other noble families," Rudy said respectfully.
Nolan didn't object. He simply gave a small nod. "Very well, Count Balfron. Thank you."
Orlan looked like he was about to say something, but Rudy quickly pulled him away, leading him toward the group where Elina was surrounded by the heads of noble families.
Seeing Orlan's annoyed expression, Nolan could barely hold back his laughter. Luckily, he took a sip of wine just in time to hide his smile.
Now left alone, he finally had a moment to relax and enjoy his meal.
One might wonder why he hadn't gone to congratulate his father on his birthday—well, there was no need.
The old man had more than enough guests to greet. If Nolan went to wish him well, he'd surely be dragged to stand beside him and get caught up in all the boring conversations.
Small talk and flattery weren't his thing. He'd had enough of that in his previous life.
