Roman Dmitri.
A name I had heard so often that it felt like an echo in my ears.
Count Fabius welcomed Roman before the other nobles could make their move.
"Welcome. I have heard of your great reputation, Lord Roman Dmitri. It is truly an honor to meet the hero who defeated the Hector Kingdom."
He smiled brightly.
His enthusiastic reaction made the other two nobles, who had been planning to approach first, speak up in haste.
"You are much taller than the rumors suggested."
"Indeed. When such a handsome man appeared, I thought I had seen wrong."
The atmosphere was cheerful.
From a distance, it seemed like a pleasant gathering, but the three nobles were not willing to give an inch to each other.
Their intentions were clear.
The nobles from the central government, who had divided Cairo, had come down to the southern front with no apparent benefit.
Their master had spoken.
"The southern front can be handled however we like. First, we must win the favor of Roman Dmitri. Even if we lose the war against the Hector Kingdom, the blame will fall on the royal family. However, if we lose Roman Dmitri to another faction of nobles, the balance of power may collapse. He is not someone to be underestimated, even against the 5-star inspector Butler. Use any means necessary to secure him."
A special order had been given.