A gentle smile, slightly tinged with fatigue, hung on his face, akin to winter sunlight, exuding great warmth.
As soon as he entered, everyone instinctively stood and greeted him.
"Master Louis."
"Congratulations on your triumphant return, Master Louis!"
"Snow Peak is fortunate to have you, truly our blessing."
"The Light of the Northern Territory, truly deserving!"
The compliments poured in like a tide, faces of the nobility filled with smiles. Among their words were sincerity and pretense, yet externally, all were uniformly respectful.
Brooke also stood, clapping lightly while keeping his gaze fixed on Louis's eyes.
This young man, without much change on his face, as if these praises were merely wind rustling through leaves, didn't even bother to respond with a "thank you."
"Still looks like a true young hero," he murmured to himself, a tone full of envy.
"Gentlemen." Louis sat at the head seat, his gaze sweeping across the hall.
