David had never imagined that the Duke of Silver, a figure of such lofty status, would choose to personally meet him at the very first opportunity.
The Duke of Silver, descending from upstairs, seemed unconcerned by David's greedy and aggressive gaze. In fact, her smile widened slightly when she noticed the focus of his stare.
It was only when she reached the final turn of the staircase on the first floor, pausing at a spot slightly elevated above David, that she stopped and prepared to speak.
"Auntie—AHH!!!" Ahmed, who had lunged towards the stairs, his enthusiastic "Auntie—" still hanging in the air, was sent flying out of the castle doors—which slammed open and shut—by the Duke's raised staff.
After ejecting the impolite fellow, she turned to David, smiled gracefully, and said,
"I presume you are the young Silver Dragon, Saphistouin, who has recently caused quite a stir among our High Elves.
