"By the way," after a moment, Char suddenly remembered something and turned his gaze to the towel-wrapped Maid, "Have you received the letter of nobility from the palace these days?"
The hereditary ceremony for the title should have been personally conferred by members of the royal family, but not everyone could obtain this honor. In most cases, as Char mentioned, the Emperor would sign the letters of nobility and then send them to the recipients.
According to the laws of the Hiren Empire, in order to inherit a title, the first heir must be 16 years old, and the current title holder must be confirmed dead before receiving the letters of nobility.
If the first heir also meets an accident, then it will follow the second heir, the third heir, and so on, until the title is reclaimed.
By the way, it's worth mentioning that, although it is relatively rare in the Hiren Empire, females are also eligible to inherit titles.
Char doesn't care much about the power and social status that this title can bring. He only regards it as a keepsake left by his parents, always remembering the name of Viscount Adelaide.
And then, bearing this surname and the weight of 213 innocent lives, he will seek revenge against the mastermind of that tragedy.
So, no matter what, he must inherit this title.
Upon hearing the young master's inquiry, Dahlia recalled for a moment, then shook her head gently. "No."
"It's strange. It should have been these days. Could it be that His Majesty is too busy with state affairs and forgot about this matter?"
Char felt a bit puzzled.
For some reason, he felt a little uneasy, as if there was some kind of premonition.
Could it be related to Mr. Sital's reminder?
Or maybe I'm just overthinking?
"After the patent comes down, do we need to hold a banquet to celebrate? Can we expand our social circle appropriately, like a true noble? Hmm... Master is approaching the age of marriage, do you have any candidates in mind? For example, the daughter of which baron? "
Dahlia seemed to sense Char's chaotic mood, reached out with warm and delicate hands, and gently massaged the sides of his temples.
"Dahlia, this is not something worth celebrating. If possible, I would rather none of the past happened." Char paused, pretending not to hear the implied meaning in the last sentence, then gently closed his eyes. "Moreover, spending money on meaningless socializing and appearances is not a wise thing."
To host a decent banquet, the first thing is to rent a mansion, considering that there are similar facilities within the academy for students' entertainment, the cost can be temporarily considered as fifty gold coins.
There should be delicious food at the banquet, and most importantly, well-stocked fine wine, which is another significant expense, not less than a hundred gold coins.
In addition, considering the expenses of hiring various maids, waiters, and musicians for the orchestra, perhaps almost half of the just-received royalty shares would be lost.
With this money, wouldn't it be better to save up and buy materials for the ritual?
Thinking this way, Char couldn't help but recall the lonely figure in the palace.
I wonder if she'll show a surprised expression the next time we meet.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
At this moment, they suddenly heard a low knocking sound at the door.
Char and Dahlia exchanged a glance, each showing a puzzled expression, as they hadn't invited anyone at this time.
"I'll go and open the door."
Dahlia instinctively wanted to go forward, but her hand was held back.
Char gestured to her current revealing state and then pointed to the bedroom door, indicating that she should go in first.
He didn't want my body to be seen by others.
He has me in his heart.
After a brief and rigorous argument in her mind, Dahlia pursed her lips, picked up the maid outfit on the floor, and walked happily towards the inside.
Suddenly remembering something, she turned back a few steps, leaned close to Char's ear, and whispered, "Does the young master prefer something avant-garde and open, or more conservative and reserved?"
"What?"
Char, who was about to get up, felt a bit surprised.
"Want to see lace stockings or white silk stockings?"
At the words, Char rolled his eyes, gently pushed Dahlia's slender waist, and, ignoring her giggles behind him, walked towards the door.
"Who is it?"
Since there was no peephole, after Dahlia walked into the bedroom, he took the initiative to ask.
"...Char Aznable, I know your secret."
A low, hoarse voice came from outside the door.
Listening carefully, the voice sounded somewhat deliberate, and it felt very familiar.
In his mind, a figure flashed instantly. Char understood and calmly said, "Which one are you referring to?"
"Does the soul come from another dimension? Is the true identity an immortal demon king? Or are you referring to... occasionally playing the role of the Dark Knight fighting against evil forces under the cover of night?"
After saying that, he opened the door, raised an eyebrow, and looked at the guy outside.
"What, what?"
Obviously, the visitor outside did not expect Char to make such a statement. Subconsciously taking two steps back, he met Char's gaze with incredulity written all over his eyes.
Clearly, this guy took Char's words seriously.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and Char couldn't help but smile, "You're still so enthusiastic about fantastic fantasies, Thelus."
In front of him was a slightly slender young man, not tall, with a handsome appearance. His very conspicuous silver hair gave him a somewhat exotic bloodline.
In reality, he was indeed not a native of the Hellenic Empire.
"Is it all fake? But, visitors from another dimension, the immortal demon king, the dark hero... my goodness, this is too cool!"
Realizing what Char was saying, Thelus scratched his head in frustration, chewing on the various settings Char casually mentioned, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
I really want to see how this guy's mind works and why he always comes up with such constructive suggestions!
Thelus had secretly decided to sneakily record what Char had just said in his secret diary.
"Is there something you want from me?"
After thinking for a moment, Char didn't invite him in but asked directly.
"I wanted to ask why you didn't attend that boring general studies class this morning... Oh, and by the way, do you want to have lunch together tomorrow? It's Crazy Tuesday, and the academy offers unlimited servings of half-price mixed stewed meat, with complimentary chilled raspberry juice—Goddess above, it's fantastic."
Speaking of this matter, Thelus's eyes lit up slightly.
But Char keenly caught the key point: "Are you out of money again?"
Generally, self-proclaimed noble students wouldn't dine at such a cheap restaurant because it would make them feel like they were mingling with commoners, damaging their image.
"Well, from a practical perspective, that's the case."
Having been exposed, Thelus hesitated a bit and slowly averted his gaze.
"Come on, what's the reason this time?"
"It's nothing, just did a few things that were expected of me, upholding the honor of being a knight."
"Forget the fact that you're actually a magic student... Can you translate that into a language humans can understand?"
"Yesterday, while I was out buying magical potion ingredients, I encountered an elderly lady who had fallen, and there was no one around displaying the chivalrous spirit of a gentleman. So, I took the initiative to help her up, and the result was..."
"Alright, you don't need to continue." Char covered his forehead, interrupting his narration. "Apart from this, what else?"
Thelus averted his gaze, looking at the beautiful campus scenery outside the corridor. "There's also Sergei asking me to lend him two hundred gold coins."
"I remember he used to mock you for your hair color... And you lent him money?"
Char realized and said with some frustration.
"He said his grandmother is bedridden, and she needs money to undergo the Holy Healing at the Holy See to recover. But as a commoner, he couldn't come up with that much money all at once. Seeing him so anxious, I didn't think too much about it." Thelus's voice became lower as he spoke, "You know, Char, I'm not good at refusing, and I can't bear to see others in difficulty."
Char hesitated for two seconds but decided not to tell him that the Sergei family is actually quite wealthy. He sighed, "So, you always prefer to put yourself in difficulty."
Upon hearing this, Thelus scratched his head, "I don't know how to describe that behavior, and I can't explain what I was thinking at the time."
"The world kisses me with pain, and I respond with a song," summarized Char for him.
"The world kisses me with pain, and I respond with a song?" Thelus's eyes lit up, admiring the golden words that his friend blurted out, "Char, you really understand me!"
">No, I just feel like you're a weirdo." Char shook his head and said.
"What does that mean?"
Thelus, who didn't understand English, was puzzled for a moment and asked, "Guess yourself!"
Then, with a pitiful look from his friend, Char ruthlessly closed the door.