"Good morning, Mr. Mischael." Noticing the noble's appearance at the entrance of the police station, the young patrol officer, Orlando Carter, quickly opened the door for him.
This was a well-known noble of Carterburg, who, having survived an assassination attempt, had to report to the station weekly, just like a few other nobles.
"Good morning, Mr. Orlando," the noble replied with a smile.
Orlando Carter was momentarily taken aback—the young officer recalled that Mr. Mischael shouldn't know him, wondering how he knew his name.
With such a question in mind, before Orlando could voice it, he saw the gentleman point toward his chest. The young patrol officer looked down and spotted his dog tags on his uniform.
So that was it. Orlando chuckled awkwardly, "Your Excellency, I really never thought that you would notice that."
