That night, Arcloix strode into the mansion's dining hall, each step heavy with disgust.
How could he not be?
He was a knight whose name was known throughout the entire kingdom—a respected and revered veteran officer. Countless nobles would gladly line up to secure his services.
And yet, the newly appointed head of House Hudford—an inexperienced brat—had the audacity to summon him through a street urchin?
Is this some new form of humiliation?
Arcloix fought the urge to tear apart the girl leading him there the entire way.
But the real insult came when he finally locked eyes with Ethan Hudford.
That arrogant brat didn't even bother standing to greet him, let alone offering a meal as a basic courtesy.
"Did I mishear something?"
"Is your hearing failing you?" Ethan Hudford retorted coldly.
What the hell is this…?