Hans was the same then as he was now.
Even after receiving a noble title, he remained with the Dmitry Family, still taking on menial tasks and staying true to his role as a servant.
The only difference was that Dmitry had become the family of the Emperor.
Although hundreds of servants followed his orders, Hans never once asserted his noble title.
No, to be precise, it was just a moment ago.
He had made such a request for the first time.
“Sir Chris. May I also attend the meeting? I am a noble, after all. If a seat is not permitted for me, I would be fine with standing in the back and running errands.”
His heart ached.
Although Chris knew why Hans said that, he had no choice but to tell him to wait.
The people who had just attended the meeting were the leaders of various nations and those classified as key figures in Dmitry.
No matter that it was Hans, arranging a seat for him was not an easy matter.
In the end, he refused the request.
Whether he had been waiting outside ever since, Hans’s face lit up as he rushed over.
“Sir Chris. What on earth happened? Is it possible for His Majesty, Emperor Roman Dmitry, to return? I heard that Count Henry Albert mentioned ‘the existence of His Majesty the Emperor,’ so does that mean there's hope…?”
“Baron Hans.”
He cut him off.