Tasir quietly took the document, but Guesta was unable to take the document and writhed with both hands clasped, surprised by the sudden order and looked at Latil.

Guesta froze and raised his hand.

“How could I…?”

“I will assign you a secretary. They will take care of the practical matters and guide you through the procedures, so it won’t be too difficult. Don’t worry.”

Tasir’s face was not devoid of confidence, but he seemed surprised by Latil’s proposal.

“Tasir is accustomed to lavish living, and you, Guesta, are familiar with nobles. If the two of you work together, I expect good results.”

Latil smiled as if she trusted them, without explaining why she assigned this task to them because ‘Ranamun and Klein were involved in a strange incident.’

Guesta, his face flushed, tightly held the documents.

“Yes.”

Tasir also smiled confidently and bent one knee.

“We will prepare so that everyone can see and be surprised.”

When the two left, the steward asked with worry.

“Will it be alright?”

The steward still looked dissatisfied that Ranamun was not in charge of this task.

“It’ll be fine.”

Latil casually replied and handed her empty cup to the waiting servant.

“Among the five, Tasir and Guesta are the most, um, how should I put it? They have less conflict with others, don’t they?”

“Hey, naive young master. Don’t you remember what Her Majesty said? She said to make it glamorous.”

“She never said such a thing……”

“She called me saying I’m accustomed to a glamorous life. That means to make it glamorous.”

“We haven’t caught the assassin who targeted Her Majesty yet. I think it’s better to keep it modest at times like this…… If we make the banquet too loud, the assassin might come again……”

Contrary to Latil’s expectations, Tasir and Guesta began disagreeing as soon as they started discussing.

Tasir thought Latil wanted the banquet to be ‘as glamorous as possible’, while Guesta argued it would be better to keep it modest.

Initially, Tasir thought that after saying a few words, Guesta would give in.

However, as Guesta mumbled in a selfdoubting voice, refusing to bend a single opinion, his voice began to rise gradually.

“Hey, innocent nobleman. You’re a noble, but you can’t blend in with people.”

“!”

“But I’ve been invited to various country’s banquets. Wouldn’t my opinion be correct?”

Ultimately, Tasir asserted that Guesta’s opinion was nonsense, pointing out the fact that Guesta was merely skimming the surface of social circles. It was a bit apologetic, but no matter how he thought, he could not accept Guesta’s opinion, so he expressed it candidly.

Guesta covered his mouth with his hand at Tasir’s words and hung his head. Seeing this, Tasir thought, ‘Did I speak too harshly?’ when a sound like air leaking out was heard.

The sound was so faint that it was hard to discern if it had been heard wrong or not. But Tasir was certain he heard that sound and scowled. Could that nobleman, while bowing his head, be ridiculing me?

As soon as he had that thought, Guesta, still covering his mouth, raised his eyes and muttered.

“Tasir, you’ve looked at the sun for so long, you must think you live in the sky.”

“!”