I walk through the opened door and enter the dining room.
“Welcome, Patrick! No, Viscount Snake!” Baron Canaan
“Uncle Trolla, don’t get so formal, I’m just Patrick to you. Is your guard
on vacation?” Pat
“I can’t, Dekose said it’s better to call you a Viscount. My normal bodyguard is off
on vacation this month.” Baron Canaan
“Well, you’re a Viscount and a Major in the Army, so I wasn’t sure if we were
still close enough to be casual in the place. In public, we’ll stay formal, but
I’m fine with being casual in private.” Dekose
“Patrick, it’s been so long, please regale us with your escapades.” Brose
Brose is the younger brother of Dekose, about five years younger. He’s clearly
a son of the Canaan family with his brown hair and muscular figure. He’s
currently the head of the Canaan militia.
“Cousins, it’s been so long! Well, I got into a few messes, but I did my best
to clean them up!” Pat
Brose is a little older than me, but we were trained together under Dekose.
“Cousin Pat! Tell me about the battle!” Allen
Allen is the third son of Baron Canaan, he’s younger than Aisha but taller than
“Allen, you’re growing up so strong.” Pat
I sat down in a chair and we talked until dinner was served.