The plump Patrick Pom sat rather awkwardly and restlessly in the parlor of the Cecil feudal lord's "castle". He adjusted his tie for the third time.
He wasn't someone who was green and inexperienced, but it would be difficult — even for people who'd had the most experiences in this world — to get the opportunity for a private talk with a pioneering hero. He knew that the situation this time was completely different from that talk in the Kant territory previously. The last time, he'd accepted Duke Cecil's appointment as a representative of the Kant territory, and this time, Duke Cecil had gotten him to come over from the Kant territory for a private, face-to-face conversation.
The pressure resulting from these two kinds of talks was entirely different.
And at the same time, Patrick was also curiously surveying this place that was incomparably novel in his eyes.
