"I heard you had a little problem on your side."
William stood facing the floor-to-ceiling mirror, with Emily by his side, helping him tidy up his clothes.
These clothes were all made by the old tailor himself, very fitting and well-tailored, even though the old tailor was not yet famous in the Federation.
But he certainly had the skill, otherwise the aristocracy wouldn't wear clothes made by him.
William, looking refined in the mirror, appeared a few years younger due to diligent grooming, as he glanced at Lance through the mirror.
Lance was also dressed smartly today; today was the day of the municipal councilor election voting, and William needed to be present to campaign.
Actually, sometimes the elections and environment of Federation politicians are really quite sloppy, direct elections for municipal councilors are often decided by citizens voting within the district.
