Seeing that a pretty young woman had emerged, the adjutant stopped shouting but warned them not to come any closer. Richard cautiously used his Mage's Hand to lift the handkerchief covering the basket from a distance. Inside were several Valois Snacks.
The small pastries had been left out in the winter air for quite some time, and their surfaces had dried out. Still, the mixture of sugar, oil, and carbohydrates hadn't gone moldy, so they were still edible. The adjutant and the soldiers all swallowed quietly at the sight of the snacks.
But they all knew that only Major Richard, the acting commander, had the authority to accept and distribute the desserts. The man in question, however, remained unmoved, his cold gaze fixed on the old servant.
The old servant hurried to speak. "Sir, my master is Pon Montville III, the Count of Troyes from the Holy Kingdom. My young lady is his second daughter, Daisa. She... ah, Young Miss, why don't you say it yourself."
