Morning, Port Pult.
Today is a sunny day, and the lingering chill has completely dissipated under the sunlight, leaving only a very gentle spring breeze.
Neither cold nor intense.
Like a mother's hand caressing everyone.
The Marquess of Ainhars, who hadn't slept all night, sat straight-backed on horseback, gazing out towards the port.
Behind this marquis was Lady Windsor.
Further back were young Yakaz, young Larya, and young Leonides.
These nobles, whose fathers had died in battle, smoothly inherited their father's titles.
As for those whose offspring also died after the fathers' demise, the line of succession continued further back—of course, this was a long and drawn-out process, requiring careful consideration and investigation, and during this time period, these families' debts would inevitably surface, and when the real heirs emerged, they would likely receive the ancestral home and some shops.
