The Border Count’s Invitation
What was so great about a person like that anyway?
At most, he was just a stone sticking slightly out of the ground.
A unicorn? Hmph. Wasn’t that just a horse with a fake horn attached to its head? The idiots were the ones who believed unicorns were real.
And that Santa-class nonsense—why would the great Border Count care about some commoner?
His heart was filled with dissatisfaction.
The fact that the great Bern Border Count had allowed his family crest to be given to a mere commoner made his stomach twist with anger.
“Tch! He was even offered the honor of serving under the Border Count… and he refused?”
That was what he heard from a soldier who had been present when the Border Count met that Santa-class adventurer.
It was not even an order from a servant beneath him.
The Border Count himself had…
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