"Next student, step forward."
The Archpriest's voice echoed through the grand hall, causing the murmurs of the gathered nobles to die down.
"Javier De Armand of the Armand Household."
At the mention of his name, all eyes turned toward him—some with curiosity, others with thinly veiled skepticism. The youngest son of Count Armand, known more for his carefree attitude than his noble obligations, was about to receive his blessing.
Javier let out a small sigh and rose from his seat. With a lazy stretch, he adjusted his uniform and strolled toward the altar.
His steps were unhurried, unfazed.
Liana and Gloria watched from the side, both poised and composed. Meanwhile, Iria and Iziya, his newer maids, shifted nervously, feeling the weight of the moment.
Arriving at the altar, Javier stood before the Archpriest, a regal-looking man draped in ceremonial robes, who gestured toward a massive glowing crystal.
