"That's good." Louis casually pulled out a chair and sat down, gesturing to the opposite side, "Sit down, don't be restrained. We Northern People aren't particular about those formalities."
Sir Sorrell cautiously sat in the spot Louis indicated, only daring to sit halfway, his back straight as a rod.
The strategy he had planned before coming, rehearsed no less than a hundred times, was finally making its debut at this moment.
"Your Excellency Louis." He opened the golden velvet box he carried, presenting it with both hands, probably containing the Second Prince's letter.
"The Second Prince has heard of your achievements in the Northern Territory. He believes that an ordinary Count title no longer matches your status."
Louis raised his eyebrow, picked up the teacup, seemingly responding casually, "Oh? Then what does His Highness think I should be?"
