The topic did not linger on Russell for too long.
Although he was as handsome as a member of the Rainflower Family, he was ultimately just a younger son who had just come of age and was given a fief. Even with a mushroom bird at his side, it would take several generations of effort to prosper.
And if there happened to be a prodigal in the midst of those generations, all efforts could go up in smoke.
Add to that, Russell was not particularly talkative, his responses to questions were as brief as possible, which naturally led him back to the role of the unnoticed one.
This allowed him to feel more at ease and indulge in magic-powered food with abandon.
