Re-Estize Kingdom.
Royal Capital.
The 12th day of the Lower Fire Month, September.
Nearly four months had passed since the end of the "Imperial Selection Trials," yet discussions about Gazef had not only shown no signs of diminishing but had grown even more heated.
According to the custom of previous years, the champion would be personally bestowed the title of "Knight" by the King shortly after the competition.
But this time, not only was the wait prolonged, but in the end, Gazef was granted the title of "Warrior Captain," a position that had never existed in the Kingdom before.
It was neither a noble title nor an official position; it seemed to be merely an honorary title.
And a title that served no practical purpose.
This matter immediately caused a considerable stir among the populace, who felt both angry and somewhat suppressed by Gazef's treatment.
At the same time.
Another matter also began to ferment.
The daughter of a viscount, reportedly from the Baharuth Empire, was challenging Gazef, the champion, which instantly gave the public an outlet for their emotions.
The common people, who dared not voice any dissatisfaction towards their own country's nobles, immediately vented their accumulated anger on the nobles of the hostile nation.
Especially with the Kingdom's severe setbacks at the border, it seemed everyone hoped Gazef would thoroughly teach this Imperial person a lesson.
Surprisingly.
In this atmosphere, the entire high-ranking nobility of the Kingdom remained unusually quiet.
Rumble-rumble~
A refined and luxurious carriage, adorned with alternating patterns of light gold and blue, pulled by two pure white horses, slowly made its way down the central street at a steady pace.
It finally stopped in front of the main entrance of a building about five stories high, with prominent tower-shaped corners.
This was the VIP Guesthouse.
It was specifically used to accommodate nobles from various territories who came to the Royal Capital.
After the coachman smoothly brought the carriage to a halt, he flipped his feet, landing steadily on the ground, then pulled out a pre-prepared cherry-colored wooden stool with brownish-yellow patterns and placed it below the carriage door.
"Miss Renas, we have arrived."
The coachman stood by the carriage door, bowing slightly, and actively reached out to pull open the door.
A capable and elegant figure stepped onto the wooden stool and emerged from inside the carriage.
She wore a pair of well-tailored white trousers that subtly outlined the curves of her slender legs,
and a delicate cinched waist top with a lace blouse, perfectly accentuating her figure.
Renas nodded slightly to the coachman, her fair cheeks showing a hint of indifference, and walked into the VIP Guesthouse.
Along the way, many figures dressed as servants stopped and bowed slightly upon seeing Renas.
Facing this scene before her.
Renas had long grown accustomed to it, her eyes carrying a thoughtful expression as she walked towards the floor where she resided.
She had been in the Royal Capital for some time; apart from the first day or two when she casually found a high-end inn to stay, she had remained in the VIP Guesthouse until now.
More precisely.
She had been invited here, and had just finished attending a boring noble gathering.
"A nation on the brink of decay." Renas's deep blue pupils flickered.
She had now largely guessed the Lord's thoughts and arrangements; as for the person named Gazef, he was indeed very famous, so much so that she didn't even need to investigate him.
A strong individual capable of winning the "Imperial Selection Trials," yet those incompetent nobles actually colluded to resist him,
and even begrudged him a simple "Knight" title.
If this were in the Baharuth Empire, with the strength Gazef had displayed, Emperor Jircniv would not only bestow a small "Knight" title but would probably directly entrust him with important responsibilities.
As for his commoner status?
Compared to one's own abilities, in the current system promoted by the Baharuth Empire, it was the least important thing to worry about.
In a short period of time.
Renas had already discerned that the Kingdom's ways were similar to those of the former Empire.
Arriving at the floor where she resided.
Renas pushed open the door, and as half her body stepped into the room, her brows furrowed, and her blue pupils coldly looked at a maidservant inside the room.
"I told you, my room doesn't need tidying."
The servant opposite seemed completely unconcerned by what she said; instead, she picked up a pastry from the table and began to eat it directly.
"Is this the Moonleaf Ash Cheese?"
"Hmm, I've always heard about it but never tried it. The taste is a bit spicy, not that great, I was looking forward to it for nothing."
A familiar, somewhat disdainful, clear voice came from the maidservant's mouth, causing Renas's icy expression to falter.
The next moment!
Renas briefly stepped back, her gaze quickly sweeping both sides of the door, and after finding no one, she entered and closed the door again.
"What a distinguished guest, Imina."
"You've been in the Imperial Capital for so long, and this is the first time you've actively come to me."
Renas crossed her arms over her chest, her fair neck raised, "What's wrong? Did you encounter trouble with the task the Lord assigned you?"
"Heh."
Imina turned around, her maidservant outfit looking slightly awkward on her, "Do you think I wanted to come here? He is waiting for you."
Renas's deep blue pupils brightened, no longer bothered by Imina's tone: "Where is the Lord?"
Imina turned and walked further into the room.
Renas quickly followed.
As a place specifically for nobles, each room in the VIP Guesthouse was very large, with no less than three halls.
In the innermost hall.
"Lord." Renas looked at Lyle, who was standing by the window, his side profile bathed in sunlight, and quickly stepped forward, raising her arm to her left shoulder.
"Long time no see, Renas."
Lyle turned his head, smiling as he spoke.
After leaving the Baharuth Empire, Lyle went straight to the Royal Capital of the Re-Estize Kingdom; he had wasted a lot of time in the Baharuth Empire.
So he planned to quickly set up his arrangements here in the Royal Capital and continue his leveling journey.
Two days prior.
Lyle had already arrived in the Royal Capital, but he did not immediately seek out Imina and Renas; instead, he went to the shop he had visited when he first transmigrated.
Originally, he intended to redeem the gold necklace he had sold as initial capital, but the shop owner had already sold the necklace to a minor noble.
Because of this.
Lyle wasted a little more time finding that minor noble and spent one gold coin to redeem the necklace.
That's right, one gold coin.
The other party had actually demanded 500 gold coins, but he had used a slight trick, and the other party was then willing to give him the necklace for free, but Lyle did not consider himself a bandit, so he paid one gold coin.
"Gazef has agreed to the match."
"However, I've noticed that some nobles in the Kingdom do not wish for me to fight Gazef."
Renas reported the events of this period to Lyle.
"They are worried that if you lose, Gazef's reputation will grow even larger." Lyle chuckled, truly at a loss for words to describe the thoughts of these nobles.