The main issue was that his predecessor had been a complete shut-in. He rarely left home, and despite being a nobleman, he'd hardly ever attended any banquets.
Since Robson had transmigrated, he'd spent most of his time on the battlefield and had no idea how to interact with the noblewomen of this world. Still, when he'd tried these things before, the women hadn't seemed to mind.
Valentino looked in surprise at the Blue Hometown Flower in Robson's hand. Just as she was reaching out to take it, the door to the Mage Tower was suddenly thrown open.
"Aha! Sir Robson! You're finally here! I've been waiting for ages!"
It was Demmon, dressed in his signature armor with a ruddy face. Winter had arrived, and the front line was nothing like the Royal Capital—just as a Mage's constitution was no match for a Knight's.
For the past several days, he had been discussing Magic research with Master Kosen and Mage Falan.
