“His Excellency the Count of Winslon!”

Feeeehp!

The horn trumpet sounded a long note. A middle-aged man dressed in a royal purple robe decorated with golden threads entered the grounds while riding a white stallion under the escort of numerous nobles and knights. As soon as he made his appearance, everyone in the stadium paid their respects by taking off their hats and bowing their heads.

“I greet the count.”

Count Winslon climbed to the seats reserved for the high-ranking nobles and made his way to the very top while receiving the greetings of many nobles. Eugene observed Count Winslon from afar.

“Wowwwww! Look at how rich he looks! Look at that robe. Is it made of high-quality silk? I remember my seniors talking about such precious materials! Kiek?! How many rings does he have?” Mirian exclaimed in a voice literally dripping with greed. Eugene paid no attention to her ramblings as he calmly observed the count and his company with keen eyes. Although they were quite far away, Eugene could easily count the number of spots on their faces with his heightened sense of sight.

‘Are those all of his children? There are quite a few of them.’

Some of them were only teenagers while others were in their mid to late 20s, but they all...