Who knows? But as if the heavens liked playing favorites, suddenly scrutiny wasn't just a problem for one young husband.
"You're saying there are ten spots? As in one-zero?"
"Yes! Are you deaf?! Ten! Literal! Spots!"
"Wow!"
"I know! Whoever gets picked will probably go down in history!"
Excited voices rose and fell around him, echoing through the massive hall.
Yet, Luca stood there with a confused expression because he hadn't expected the turnout for today's selection.
If anything, it really seemed like he was the only one who thought this whole thing had been blown way out of proportion.
Steward Han reserved the largest hall they had in the dungeon-linked space, and even the staff assigned to the bakery had been kind enough to prepare snacks and refreshments, as if they expected the entire ordeal to take ages.
Because it would, and everyone knew, maybe save for their Young Lord, who didn't think it would be such a big deal.
