"Our family has been faithful followers of the Lady Goddess of Destiny for generations, and we firmly believe that she will bestow upon us protection and guidance. There's no need for you to thank us, Miss Priest," said the Count Milford, leaning on his cane, to the group of clergymen.
As Hyperion was referred to as "Miss Priest," a newfound sense of duty welled up within her.
In her homeland, the Hutton Kingdom, very few elders of the aristocracy showed her such unconditional respect and honor.
Instead, as a stranger in a foreign land, she had experienced numerous demonstrations of extraordinary goodwill.
In a fleeting moment of silence, Count Milford was settled on an antique sheepskin chair, the curtains across the window behind him were drawn down, allowing the light from outside to faintly permeate through the dense, dark curtains, illuminating the room.
