"Viscount Fein, it's been a while."
"Knight Palon, oh no, it should be Viscount Palon."
Viscount Fein looked at the half-elf knight standing before him, a sour taste couldn't help but rise within his apprehensive heart.
The last time Viscount Fein saw this Joseph Palon, he was an unknown wandering knight, who lost to Karl Miller in the martial arts competition, missing a life-changing opportunity.
But who could have guessed all the unpredictable turns and twists would indeed lift him straight up to the heavens!
From an illegitimate son who didn't dare to report his surname, a wandering knight, he leapt up to become a Viscount of the Half-Elf Kingdom, the commander of the Silver Moon Guards.
Even the most audacious bards dare not fabricate such a story.
"Viscount Palon, this Easterner has barged into my house. You must arrest him and interrogate him thoroughly!" Poorly dressed Haver clamored when he emerged, his look was as pitiful as could be.
