Outside the manor… a magnificent black carriage already waited before the entrance. Unlike ordinary noble carriages, this one bore the newly commissioned crest of House Silver, reflecting Arceus's future position as Duke of Western Phoenix.
Several household elders had gathered to see him off.
One elder smiled. "The Crown Prince, who always stands against our house now decided to extend his hand. Our House truly has entered a different era."
Another nodded proudly.
"Well, I guess it is because our Lord Arceus is going to become a Duke. Or we can say, the youngest to be appointed in the past century..."
Arceus simply smiled politely.
"I merely hope today's luncheon proceeds peacefully and no politics will be discussed. I truly have no intention to be involved in the court politics."
"I highly doubt it won't happen, Milord..." An elder laughed. "The Crown Prince will never invite for a friendly luncheon."
