Chapter 4: First Meeting with Mihai

The year turned and it was now early March, when sunlight fell soft and gently across the land. Allen was currently riding in a carriage. Upon becoming a huntsman at the end of the previous year, he had received permission to go hunting two days every week. Thanks to this, he had made plenty of progress hunting goblins and was now Lvl. 19. He needed more XP than ever to level up, but he also had more time to hunt, so his leveling was still going rather smoothly.

The large New Year’s event held at the start of the year for all the most influential people of the city had ended up being an extremely grand affair thanks to the white deer Allen had brought back. After that, he had continued hunting one white deer each month. Before, he had only been able to bring back horned rabbits, but things were entirely different now that he was officially a huntsman. He had the leeway to think about providing the house with a greater variety of meat, with white deer as one part of those considerations.

Last month, when he had returned with his third white deer, he found a large plank in the garden. The gardener firmly instructed him to place any game he was going to bring back on the plank from now on. Apparently it was tough work restoring the lawn from the tremor that generated each time Allen lowered a one-ton beast onto the ground. That, and because the garden kept getting drenched with blood and other viscera during the butchering process. Thus, the plank.

Now that it was March, the days were starting to warm back up, and edible monsters besides horned rabbits and white deer were starting to appear. Allen planned on looking for new targets among the newly awakened monsters starting this month.

“Allen, you aren’t falling asleep on me, are you?!” Cecil suddenly said, kicking Allen’s shin from her seat across from his.

Ow, that hurt. Looks like I fell asleep in the middle of thinking about what I’ll hunt next time. I blame the warm sun. But wow, so people don’t sleep while riding carriages in this world. Different land, different customs and all that, huh?

Clearly, Allen was not very aware of his identity as a manservant.

“My apologies, Young Lady Cecil.”

“If you act like that in front of Mihai, I’m going to make you regret it!”

Cecil’s crimson slanted eyes glared at Allen. The carriage they were riding was currently heading to the landing pad east of Granvelle City where a magic ship was scheduled to arrive from Academy City. Mihai, Baron Granvelle’s eldest child, was riding on that ship, and Cecil was on her way to pick him up.

Allen sometimes found himself ordered to come along on Cecil’s outings such as these. Shopping trips he could understand, as she needed an extra pair of hands to carry her things, but there were some trips for which he honestly could not understand why she brought him along. Perhaps Cecil was at the age when she wanted to go around with an entourage.

Because the landing pad needed to accommodate magic ships that measured more than a hundred meters in length, the vast majority of the grounds were basically a flat, expansive area with nothing on it, just like the airports in Allen’s previous life. After Cecil’s party waited around for thirty minutes, a dot appeared in the sky, gradually growing in size.

“Wow!”

Eventually, the giant form of the magic ship roared over Allen’s and Cecil’s heads. After hovering a short while directly over the landing pad, it came straight down.

What an incredible sight. How is it flying? Lift? Magic?

The body of the vessel resembled a short, stout hamster that was hunched over. As Allen watched on in wonderment, what looked like a flight of stairs extended from the cabin at the bottom part of the magic ship.

It all looks so high tech. So, this world’s actually quite technologically advanced.

Allen’s everyday living conditions were closer to the standards of the undeveloped Middle Ages. In contrast, this incredible magic tool before his eyes looked so sophisticated it was practically an anachronism.

Cecil, who apparently adored her eldest brother, stood restlessly next to Allen as passengers slowly filed out of the magic ship. Soon enough, a boy with hair the same shade of purple as hers waved in their direction and started walking over, bulky luggage in hand. This was Mihai.

“Hey there, Cecil. How’ve you been?”

“W-Welcome back, Mihai! I’ve been doing wonderfully.”

It’s always great to see siblings getting along well with each other. Mihai started attending school last year, which means he must be thirteen or fourteen now. He’s got a kind of mature vibe, though. Do children just grow up faster in this world?

Mash and Myulla came to Allen’s mind as he watched the reunion between brother and sister. After the two finished greeting each other, they headed back to the carriage. Allen picked up all the luggage and got on after them.

“Hm? Are you the new servant?” Mihai asked.

“Yes, Young Master,” Allen replied smoothly. “I have been blessed with the opportunity to serve House Granvelle as of last autumn. My name is Allen.”

“Allen’s my manservant,” Cecil added.

“I see, so father has already given permission. Allen, as you said, this is an opportunity. Make the most of it.”

“O-Of course, Young Master.”

There was no way Allen could say no in this situation.

When Mihai mentioned their father giving permission, he was talking about how Baron Granvelle had allowed Cecil, who was still only eight, to have a personal servant. Her second brother, Thomas, was still being tended to by the common maidservants.

Allen had not asked, but Rickel had nevertheless told him about the relationship between man- and maidservants and the children of noble families. When he heard the details, Allen had thought it sounded like a nightmare.

When a noble child turned ten, he or she would gain a personal attendant—either of their own or their parents’ choosing. This servant would normally be around twelve years old and serve the noble child for the rest of their lives, gradually gaining experience on the job. This was generally a good thing, as it meant they would be set for life. Once these servants turned fifteen, they would then be promoted to gentleman- or lady-in-waiting, with a possibility of eventually becoming even a butler or a knight further in the future.

Conversely, a man- or maidservant who did not get personally selected for service by a member of the noble family could not become a gentleman- or lady-in-waiting. In order to be chosen, lower servants would spend several years dedicating themselves to odd jobs, serving the noble family’s children in hopes of earning the child’s trust. Rickel, who had already turned eighteen, admitted that the opportunity had already passed him by.

A man- or maidservant who became a chef or stable hand could never become a gentleman- or lady-in-waiting. Basically, once someone entered a specialized trade, their only path of promotion would be within that line of work.

Allen, who had already been accepted as Cecil’s personal manservant, was stuck having to serve Cecil for the rest of his life. As it turned out, he had unknowingly gotten onto an elevator he never should have. He had no idea how to get off, but he had to find a way somehow.

“Your name is Allen, right? Are you just that exceptional?” Mihai studied Allen with the same crimson eyes that Cecil possessed.

“I am here only because of Young Lady Cecil’s magnanimity.”

“I see.”

“That’s enough about Allen, right?” Cecil cut in as if vying for Mihai’s attention.

“Ah, that’s right, Cecil. I bought you souvenirs from the royal capital.”

Mihai dug through his luggage to find a shiny hair clip in the shape of a butterfly and presented it to Cecil.

“Oh my! Thank you so much!”

Cecil delightedly accepted the gift with both hands, gazing at it with enchanted eyes while slowly changing the angle at which it reflected the sun.

“I’m glad you like it. I’m sorry I couldn’t come back home during the summer holidays.”

Ah, so the souvenir is also meant as a peace offering.

“That’s right, you didn’t come home! Didn’t you say you have a long summer holiday and that you’d be able to rest all you wanted at home?”

“That’s what I thought, but then I was told I had to clear a dungeon during the break or I’d be expelled.”

He said “dungeon”! Clearing a dungeon is a must for staying in school?! That’s incredible!

“Oh my! Please tell me all about it!” Cecil’s eyes sparkled. She had always dreamed of attending the Academy.

According to Mihai, the summer holiday lasted all of August and September. Students were generally allowed to do whatever they wanted during that time, but it was a must to clear at least one of the many dungeons within Academy City. Mihai’s teacher had even said, “If you can’t clear a single one, this school doesn’t need you. Go home.” In those exact words.

“My! What an attitude to take! Is he allowed to do that?”

Mihai was the heir apparent of a baron family. And presumably, there were other students at the school who were children of even more important nobles. Cecil was astonished to hear the teacher sounding so blasé about expelling students of such high social standing.

“Of course. After all, it’s a policy decided by the headmaster.”

Apparently, Academy City had the authority and standing to ignore even the orders of the royal family. Allen recalled Baron Granvelle mentioning how the school would reject Krena’s admission if she failed the entrance exam. Clearly this was a body with very high autonomy.

“That sounds like such an ordeal.” Cecil was worried for Mihai upon hearing how strict life was at school.

“Well, the standards are high, but it also comes with great opportunities. Sword Lord Dverg visited my class once and gave me pointers in person!”

The memory made Mihai so happy that he unconsciously reached over to touch the sword he had taken off and propped up by his side.

Hey, I recognize that name. I see, so Sword Lord Dverg teaches at Academy City.

Mihai continued to tell stories about his life at school, his eyes shining excitedly. He had seemed rather mature earlier on, but once he got talking, he reverted to being a normal boy his age. He and Cecil talked nonstop until the carriage reached home.

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By mid-March, monsters started to get active, many of which were actually edible. On the first day of hunting since Mihai’s return, Allen managed to finish his quota of a hundred goblins by three in the afternoon. On his way back, he had two sticks on his left shoulder—one strung with five horned rabbits, the other with the big toad that Dudley had asked for.

I’ve got my horned rabbits and big toad. Hawkins, there should be birds running on the ground called rowdy chicken nearby. Find me the closest one; I don’t mind if it’s a whole flock.

Allen was not one to waste even the time on the return journey. After he gave his instructions, four Bird Es—he had recently reduced the number he employed for scouting from six to four—flew off.

Wow, you already found some?

One Hawkins found a rowdy chicken soon after. Allen took off while still shouldering the prey he had already caught. Less than a kilometer away, he did indeed happen upon a super muscular chicken strutting on the ground.

Take this!

After lowering his luggage to the ground, Allen threw an iron ball with all his might. The monster took the ball to the head and fell dead on the spot. Now that he was Lvl. 19, he could kill the large majority of Rank D monsters with a single attack.

Hm, this should be enough for today. Is it about time to consider hunting further in?

Allen slit the chicken’s neck with his short sword. While waiting for it to bleed out, he sat in thought. According to what he had heard, lots of Rank C monsters lived close to the White Dragon Mountains. Naturally, they yielded more XP than Rank D monsters did.

But it’d be a waste of magic stones if my Tamas keep getting done in. And I’m already hunting in an area mainly occupied by Rank D monsters.

Allen killed the beasts he brought back for food using his iron balls, but naturally called on his Beast E Summons to kill goblins and other inedible monsters. It was much faster and more efficient doing it this way, as he could Summon them anywhere he wanted within a fifty-meter radius.

You know what? I’ll first focus on leveling Strengthening up. Then I’ll try challenging myself against Rank C monsters.

Back when he lived in Krena Village and had very limited opportunity to hunt, he had raised all three skills related to Summoning at an equal rate. That was the fastest way to get Summoning up and unlock new Summons that would give him greater stat buffs.

Now, however, the amount of Skill XP he needed to continue leveling Summoning up was simply astronomical. In contrast, it was much easier to raise his own level, which had remained relatively untouched until recently. By prioritizing the Strengthening skill, he could use his Summons to hunt monsters with greater efficiency.

Currently, Rank E Summons were so weak they could be killed even by goblins. If Allen went deep enough to where Rank C monsters roamed, he would definitely end up burning through his Rank E magic stones. After deciding to first reach Strengthening Lvl. 5 before going looking for Rank C monsters, Allen checked on the rowdy chicken and found it completely drained. He then ran back to Granvelle City with three poles bearing his catches over his shoulder.

Until a while ago, the jaws of the guards on duty would drop when they saw Allen approaching the gate with so many monsters on his back. Now, however, they had grown completely used to it and allowed him to pass straight through. He made good progress through the nobles’ residence quarter, heading for the Granvelle mansion. Because of how narrow the mansion’s rear entrance was, he would enter from the front whenever he had a large catch. Today was one of those days. Cecil had told him to bring a lot back to celebrate Mihai’s return because she loved her eldest brother very much.

Heeding the gardener’s instructions, Allen lowered his catches onto the designated plank in the garden.

Clang! Clang!

Suddenly, Allen’s ears registered the sound of swords clashing. He looked up and saw Mihai and the knight captain sparring, with the baron, baroness, Thomas, and Cecil all watching on. Apparently, everyone was here to see how much stronger Mihai had grown in his time away. As Allen continued watching, memories of his time playing knight with Krena surfaced within his mind. He was so captured by the sight that he forgot to go tell Dudley he was back.

Wow, Mihai’s pretty strong! And this is my first time seeing Zenof in action.

“All right, this will do. Young Master Mihai, you have truly improved.”

Mihai looked quite happy with the praise. “Thank you, Captain Zenof. That said, aren’t I old enough to not be called ‘Young Master’ anymore?”

All the spectators burst into laughter.

It was now past 5 p.m., the time of the day when the kitchen was the busiest. Dudley always told Allen to come back earlier, but every time, he could only smile and vaguely promise to “do his best.” Because Allen had to meet his goblin-hunting quota, he always ended up returning at around this time.

“Oh, you’re back, Allen! Incredible, you brought back so much today!”

Cecil, who noticed Allen with his catches at the butchering area in the garden, called out to him. He looked in her direction, inadvertently thinking about how long it was since she last praised him. Everyone else also directed their attention toward him.

“I have just returned, milady,” Allen replied with a brief bow before turning to head indoors. He had to fetch Dudley so that they could butcher the game he had brought back.

Mihai looked at the carcasses on the ground, then at Allen directly. “I’m impressed, Allen. That’s quite the catch. Would you be interested in a round with me?”

What? Me?

As Allen stood in place, unsure how to answer, Zenof held out his own sword in an obvious prompt for him to accept Mihai’s offer.

Wow, a mithril sword! I guess that’s a knight captain for you! This looks awesome. Oh, right, the match. My card distribution is geared for hunting right now. Would it do?

Just in case, Allen double-checked his current Status.

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Name: Allen
Age: 8
Class: Summoner
Level: 20
HP: 412 (515) + 130
MP: 30 (780) + 200
Attack: 220 (276) + 130
Endurance: 220 (276) + 20
Agility: 415 (519) + 60
Intelligence: 600 (750) + 40
Luck: 415 (519) + 200

Skills: Summoning {4}, Creation {4}, Synthesis {4}, Strengthening {4}, Expansion {3}, Storage, Deletion, Sword Mastery {3}, Throwing {3}

XP: 126,470/200,000

Skill Levels
Summoning: 4
Creation: 4
Synthesis: 4
Strengthening: 4

Skill Experience
Creation: 94,730/1,000,000
Synthesis: 96,610/1,000,000
Strengthening: 310,560/1,000,000

Creatable Summons
Insect: E, F, G, H
Beast: E, F, G,
Bird: E, F, G
Grass: E, F
Stone: E

Holder
Insect: F x 2, E x 1
Beast: E x 13
Bird: E x 4
Grass: E x 20
Stone:

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Allen took his short sword off his waist and propped it against a nearby wall so that it would not get in his way. Ever since having officially become a huntsman, he had been allowed to walk around armed and therefore had reverted to wearing his weapon around everywhere instead of keeping it inside Storage. He tightened his grip on Zenof’s mithril sword and walked up to stand across from Mihai a slight distance away.

As everyone looked on, the baroness clasped her hands before her chest and exclaimed, “Oh my, what if Mihai gets hurt?” Her son was facing someone who had managed to bring a Rank C monster back alone. Her worries were understandable.

Instead of answering her, however, Zenof simply said, “Both sides, ready?”

Allen and Mihai both lifted their weapons.

“FIGHT!”

Allen, whose Agility was over 400, immediately closed in on Mihai. A loud clang rang out as both swords clashed.

Huh? Wait, he’s... He’s actually pretty strong! Seriously?!

Allen noticed that something was off almost immediately. Mihai’s strikes were actually heavy, and he also had the upper hand in speed. Realizing that he did not need to go easy on his opponent, Allen grabbed his sword with both hands in order to bring it down with every last drop of his 370 Attack.

Dammit, he blocked me with a single hand?!

Mihai looked unfazed while blocking Allen’s full-powered swing. After this, Allen remained on the back foot.

“Madam, please rest assured,” Zenof suddenly said, addressing the baroness.

“About what?”

“In less than a year, Young Master Mihai cleared the assignment that Academy City assigns all students. It is simply impossible for him to lose against someone who has yet to attend.”

The moment Zenof made his declaration, Allen’s sword was smacked out of his hand and he found the tip of Mihai’s sword at his throat.

“I surrender,” Allen admitted, prompting Mihai to withdraw and sheathe his weapon.

“You really are incredible, Allen,” Mihai smiled. “Now I understand why you were made personal manservant despite your age.”

“And yet I fall far short in comparison to you, Young Master. Thank you very much for the favor of this match.” Allen bowed deeply.

I mean, damn, he’s really strong. I couldn’t lift a finger. Hm, is this because he cleared a dungeon for his summer break assignment? That must have helped him level up a lot. So this is the strength of someone with a Talent who properly got his level up. And he did this in a year—rather, it might have been only in the two months he went dungeon delving.

Those under Normal Mode leveled up a hundred times faster than those in Hell Mode. In spite of all the hunting he had done, Allen was still no match for Mihai.

“No less from Cecil’s personal manservant. Make sure you take care of my sister, Allen.”

“Y-Yes, Young Master.”

Mihai offered a handshake, and Allen accepted it. In this way, Allen’s very first fight with a Talented person in Normal Mode ended with his complete defeat.

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Spring break ended along with the month of March, and it was now early April. Mihai had boarded a magic ship and headed back to Academy City.

Allen valued the match with him very much, as it allowed him to directly experience the difference in growth between Normal Mode and Hell Mode. In light of that, Allen had asked him for another match when he came home again next spring. He thought these fights could serve as a regular way to confirm his own strength.

“Good morning, Mr. Rickel.”

“Good morning to you too.”

As always, Allen had woken up, groomed himself, and gone down to the servants’ dining hall. He grabbed the seat across from Rickel, the head manservant, and greeted him. Almost half a year had passed since Allen came to work at the Granvelle mansion, and there was a marked difference from back then: a meat dish was now added to everyone’s breakfast in addition to the previous menu of only soup and bread. The extra dish even used different meat from what was inside the soup. After becoming a huntsman at the end of the previous year, Allen had started bringing back meat two days each week without fail. Thanks to his efforts, the diet of everyone in the mansion, from the baron’s family all the way to the lowest servant, had seen drastic improvement. Seeing young Thomas heartily chow down always brought a warm smile to Allen’s face, due to his previous life as a thirty-five-year-old man.

Rickel suddenly said, “Keep your wits about you tonight, Allen.”

“Are you referring to Viscount Carnel coming for dinner?”

“That’s right. Can’t imagine what our neighbor is coming over for, but it can’t be for anything good. Don’t treat him too well—do only your minimum best when serving him.”

The Granvelle house had been told that the viscount was coming only a few days ago. In the scheme of how nobles usually went about these things, this was considered very short notice.

Up till now, Allen had had the opportunity to interact with a large number of guests through his work as a server. The vast majority of them had been influential people here in Granvelle City, such as the local guildmasters of the Adventurer’s and Merchant’s Guilds and the owner of a high-class inn. Once in a while, this would even be nobles coming over from the royal capital. Thanks to the magic ships, travel between Granvelle City and the royal capital turned out to be much easier than Allen had previously imagined.

“He even made a magic ship wait for him.”

Of course, there were other routes besides the Granvelle City-royal capital one. There was one connecting the royal capital with the capital of the Carnel fiefdom too, which was located right next to the Granvelle fiefdom, separated by the White Dragon Mountains. And of course, there were established flights connecting fiefdom capitals with each other. According to Rickel, Viscount Carnel had adjusted the schedule of a ship on the royal capital-Carnel City route for the sake of his own return this time. Then he got onto a Granvelle-Carnel magic ship, which needed to make a large detour to the north to circumvent the northern edge of the mountain range.

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Viscount Carnel arrived in the afternoon. After the viscount was guided to the dining hall on the second floor, Allen moved into position to serve him. The viscount was in his late thirties and had a long face with a rather wide forehead. He gave off a dazzling impression, but this was not because of his forehead—rather, it was because he was wearing a sparkly, ostentatious outfit. Someone who appeared to be his butler was standing behind his seat. Whereas at least one or two other members of the baron’s family would usually be in attendance whenever a guest came, the baron was alone this time.

“Welcome, Viscount Carnel. I heard you went to a lot of trouble for this visit.”

Although Baron Granvelle’s voice was warm, his smile did not reach his eyes. The two men were sitting at opposite ends of a rather long table.

“Oh, it’s nothing you need worry about. My capital’s always so clamorous, probably because it’s thriving so much! Coming to a place like this every once in a while does me good.”

“Is that so! I’m glad to hear it. Ha ha ha!”

The baron chose to let the viscount’s sarcasm slide.

If I remember correctly, these two families have been at odds for generations now.

Allen continued serving, making sure not to meet Viscount Carnel’s eyes. He had heard that one large reason these two neighboring realms were so antagonistic to each other was the White Dragon Mountains Range that separated them. There were veins of mithril deposits in the mountains, and both realms held the mining rights for their own side. The ore was bountiful on both sides; however, because the white dragon currently resided on the baron’s side, only the viscount could mine the mithril. Carnel was flourishing thanks to this mining while Granvelle was barely scraping by with agriculture.

However, that was only the current state of affairs. This relationship between the two fiefdoms would flip every so often, as the white dragon would move to the other side every one or two hundred years. This very thing had occurred over a century ago; back then, it was Granvelle that prospered from mining mithril. Even now, there were four mines on the baron’s side of the White Dragon Mountains that were supposed to still look the way they did back then.

Because of the white dragon’s capricious movements, the Granvelle and Carnel families were constantly in a state where one side envied the other. According to Rickel, the current generation viscount had a particularly nasty personality and constantly sought out ways to harass Baron Granvelle.

Allen carried a dish of horned rabbit to Viscount Carnel. The kitchen now had much better meat available, which meant the horned rabbit had been someone’s conscious choice.

“Hm? Is this great boar meat?”

The baron’s face twitched once before he replied vaguely, “Well, we do have skilled hunters in our realm.”

“Ah, I was correct!” Viscount Carnel smirked. “So this is the meat that you were concealing.”

“Wh—?! I have no idea what you are talking about. I have concealed nothing.”

I can see the baron’s doing his best to rein in his anger. It was this viscount’s fault that we ended up having to hunt more great boars, right?

Before the viscount’s arrival, Allen had heard quite a lot about him from Rickel. Supposedly, during an audience with the king, Viscount Carnel had reported, “There is a fiefdom with gains that it is not reporting.” When the king asked which one it was, Viscount Carnel had pointed the finger at Baron Granvelle and said, “Despite his realm regularly producing a large amount of great boar meat, Lord Granvelle has yet to report this to the royal family. He is concealing his profits, which counts as an act of treason!” The baron, who had indeed been amiss in reporting the great boars, was left in a very precarious position during the audience.

Allen recalled how the baron had been shaking with rage from the memory during the feast held in his honor at Krena Village.

“So, what is the reason for your visit today?” the baron asked in an effort to hurry the conversation so that he could kick the other man out as soon as possible.

“Oh right! This boar meat is so delicious I totally forgot! Ha ha ha!”

“I’m glad to hear it. Well? Why are you here?”

The baron once again refused to rise to the provocative sarcasm.

“I came here to tell you that my youngest daughter just underwent her Appraisal Ceremony the other day and was confirmed to be Talentless.”

“What?”

Oh right, the Ceremony takes place in April. We had it in mid-April in Krena Village, but I guess nobles have theirs slightly earlier? Which means, in less than ten days, Mash will also get Appraised. Aww, I really wanted to be there for him and see what he gets. Should I send a letter to ask? Oh wait, no, my parents don’t know how to read and write.

Every year in April, all children who had reached five years of age within the past year—everyone from royalty to serfs—had to undergo the Appraisal Ceremony. Viscount Carnel bringing it up prompted Allen to remember his younger brother Mash, who was also supposed to take it this year.

I see, so the viscount’s daughter is Talentless. Hold on. But he sounded happy about it.

“I see,” the baron said simply with a disinterested “So what?” look.

“Another one of my children turned out to have a Talent, so I was worried for my youngest daughter. But it turns out that she’s Talentless! What a relief, eh?”

“Good for you.”

The baron’s face was growing increasingly fierce, his eyes looking more and more like those of a hawk’s.

“My heart goes out to you, Lord Granvelle. You have three children and two of them have Talents.”

The viscount was clearly referring to Mihai, who was currently in Academy City, and Cecil, who was a Wizardess.

“Well, all they have to do is fulfill their noble duty!” Anger finally crept into the baron’s voice.

What’s going on? Us serfs and commoners are super happy about having Talents, but it’s a bad thing for nobles? What’s that about fulfilling a “noble duty”? Is there something they have to do? Or is the Academy’s tuition really high? Nobles really are different from commoners and serfs. How strange.

The moment it was announced that Dogora had the Ax User Talent, his father had immediately bear-hugged him out of sheer joy. The same had been true of Pelomas and his father Deboji. Rodin had also strongly wished for Allen to have a Talent. In contrast, Viscount Carnel had gone to the trouble of riding a magic ship to come all the way here just to brag about his child being Talentless. Clearly, nobles and non-nobles viewed Talents in very different ways.

In the end, that really was the only thing Viscount Carnel wanted to say. He soon left in very high spirits.