[Third-person POV: general]
[Eve's Continent, Morton Dukedom]
In the cozy atmosphere of the inn, a young man, approximately sixteen, sat with his gaze fixed on the grizzled face of an old man across the table.
Both held beer jugs in their hands, and the clink of mugs mingled with the low hum of conversation in the air.
"So you're saying that this Aeloria, who is the daughter of the Baron—" the young man began, but his words were promptly corrected by the old man.
"Viscount," the old man interjected, to which the young man nodded in acknowledgment.
"....Daughter of the Viscount is a super genius, unmatched in terms of intelligence," the young man continued, awaiting the old man's response.
"That's what I told ya," the old man affirmed, taking a sip of his beer. "She is the smartest in this world."
"And she's Princess Angelina's assistant," the young man inquired, a frown forming on his face.
