The knight who defeated the demon race with the grace of the Main God.
The savior of the Sigmund Territory and the Bathurst Territory.
The master of the divine beast [Wind].
The reincarnation of the great Saint Bastian.
Surprisingly, all of these were epithets referring to Morres.
After returning to the imperial capital, Owen, who had been solely focused on feeding Morres elixirs, was dumbfounded upon hearing various rumors belatedly.
What is this? That guy Morres, in the time I haven’t seen him, has somehow become an incredible person, hasn’t he?
“Right now, everyone in the imperial capital is talking about it. If Owen-nim had gone out of the palace even for a short while, you would have known earlier.”
The dedicated maid Carrie lightly scolded Owen.
She was an elderly woman whose every word ending carried a rich Rohan accent. She was a seasoned maid who had taken care of Owen throughout his time in the palace, and he had heard that she had also served the previous empress.
“Can’t you see those invitations piled up like a mountain over there? So many people are looking for Owen-nim, so why don’t you even think about looking…