Tier Two Magic—Textual Literacy.
Blando stared blankly at the bottom right corner of the plaque, frozen in place... where a striking rose was engraved.
Your Highness... Princess Firina?!
In Lorand City, how many people could be addressed as Your Highness?
Recalling what Lear had said yesterday, he suddenly felt breathless, his entire being dizzy, as if floating on the clouds.
Raven Henry, along with Raul, wide-eyed and shrewd, were gulping nervously, their hearts overwhelmed by an incomprehensible impact.
Stunned, disbelief...
"Miss... Miss Jasmine..."
The personal maid of Princess Firina actually delivered the plaque to that young man personally...
He knew about the other party, proud, confident, ordinary nobles wouldn't even take a second glance.
Now, being so respectful.
Jasmine turned her head, eyebrows slightly raised.
"Boy from the Henry Clan... you have something to ask?"
Raven Henry was startled, quickly waved his hands.
"No, no... you carry on."
