Chapter 302: Recognition
Asher arrived before a large building. Although it was nothing compared to the Wargrave Ducal Estate or the grand structures he had seen within the Separate Dinsion, the building before him still exuded an air of authority and dignity. Its walls stood tall, washed in muted gold and pale marble, the design simple yet noble. Compared to the rest of the Rivelle Barony, it was regal, a clear display of power amidst modest surroundings. One didn’t need intelligence or insight to know that this was where the Baron of Rivelle resided.
Asher, William, and Finch had not spoken since their arrival. The trio had remained silent, allowing the Knight who accompanied them to do all the talking. Their footsteps echoed faintly against the cobblestone path as they approached the entrance. There, a massive wrought-iron gate lood high above them, guarded by two armored guards who stood at attention, their gazes sharp and disciplined. The mont they noticed the Knight approaching, both n instantly bowed, lowering their heads with practiced respect, as though they had already anticipated his return.
Within the Empire of Zarethorne, Knights were very different from ordinary guards. Guards were simply individuals who possessed sufficient strength or skill to be recruited by nobles, serving as protectors, enforcers, or watchn. Their reward was limited to steady pay and the honor of employnt under a noble house, nothing more. But Knights, on the other hand, were n and won personally ordained by nobles and recognized for their loyalty, service, and valor in defense of both their lord and the Empire.
The difference in their status was vast. A Knight held an actual position of authority, standing just below a Baron in the hierarchy of nobility. The act of knighting ca with not just recognition, but tangible rewards, houses, wealth, honor, servants, won, and privileges that ordinary guards could only dream of. It was every guard’s dream to one day be elevated to knighthood, and every Knight’s lifelong ambition to rise even further, to beco a noble, even if only at the lowest rank of Baron.
After all, during warti, many Knights could earn remarkable military achievents. Such achievents were often rewarded directly by the Emperor, who alone possessed the authority to elevate a Knight into the ranks of the nobility. It was the highest form of imperial acknowledgnt, a transformation from servant to sovereign through service and strength.
Every noble, whether Duke, Count, Viscount, or Baron, had the right to ordain a Knight. However, this did not an they went around bestowing knighthood upon anyone they pleased. Each noble had a strict limit to the number of Knights they could appoint under their banner, a restriction set by imperial decree. Because of that, no lord would ever waste such a valuable opportunity on a worthless or talentless individual.
Knighthood was not simply a rank, it was an honor, a symbol of prestige that carried centuries of tradition. Other Knights would never stand idly by and watch soone unworthy tarnish that title. To wear the emblem of a Knight without the strength or discipline to back it up was an insult that could provoke duels or disgrace.
As the grand gates creaked open, Asher, William, and Finch stepped through without hesitation. They didn’t spare a glance for the bowing guards, their attention fixed ahead. The courtyard beyond was neatly arranged, paved with white stone and lined with trimd hedges. The faint sound of birds echoed in the distance, contrasting the heavy aura of nobility that blanketed the estate. Within minutes, the trio arrived before the entrance of the manor itself, a structure of graceful symtry and polished grandeur.
On the porch stood an elderly man dressed in a pristine butler’s uniform. His white hair and neatly grood beard glimred faintly under the afternoon sun, and a single monocle hung over his left eye, reflecting the light like a small crystal. The mont his sharp gaze landed on Asher and his companions, he gave a small, respectful bow.
"Welco to the Rivelle Manor," the butler said in a voice both courteous and composed. "I trust your journey was safe and peaceful as the stars themselves?"
"It was," Asher replied calmly. It was the first ti he had spoken since they began their trek through the territory. His tone was neutral, unshaken, neither humble nor arrogant.
The butler nodded once before straightening. "Please, follow . The Lord awaits your presence."
Without delay, Asher, William, and Finch followed him, their boots pressing softly against the marble floor. The Knight accompanying them moved as well, but the mont he crossed the threshold of the manor, the butler halted abruptly. Turning slightly over his shoulder, he spoke with the sa calm composure, though his tone now carried subtle authority.
"Sir Knight, the Lord has instructed that you return to the gates. Your service has been duly noted, and your contribution will be rewarded after the upcoming event."
The Knight paused, then nodded. Though the butler was not a noble, he served directly under one, and that in itself gave him influence. His position as the Baron’s right hand granted him limited command over the Knights and servants of the Rivelle household, much like Zarek, the butler who served Azeron Wargrave, whose authority within the Ducal Estate was imnse despite lacking an official title.
Understanding his place, the Knight smiled faintly at the three young n. "Then I shall take my leave," he said softly. With that, he turned on his heel and began walking away. The mont his back was turned, the polite smile faded, replaced by his usual expressionless deanor, cold and professional, as though the earlier gesture had been no more than formality.
The butler resud his steps, leading the trio through a tall archway and up a flight of stairs. The halls of the manor were silent, adorned with elegant chandeliers and fine paintings of past lords. Each step echoed faintly, blending with the subtle rustle of their clothes as they moved. Eventually, they arrived before a massive double door carved with intricate crests and emblems.
"This," the butler said quietly, his tone respectful, "is the study of the Baron. He is within."
With that, he pushed the door open gently, allowing them to enter.
Without another word, Asher, William, and Finch stepped inside. The butler remained outside, closing the door behind them with a soft thud.
The interior of the study was spacious yet warm, filled with the comforting scent of parchnt, ink, and aged wood. The walls were lined with shelves stacked with thick tos, their spines engraved with golden lettering. Above them, glowing orbs floated in perfect stillness, bathing the room in soft, ethereal light. A single window stood behind the Baron’s desk, its drapes drawn halfway, letting in the faint glow of the setting sun.
Behind the polished oak desk sat Baron Rivelle, his figure upright yet slightly weary. His desk was covered in papers and sealed scrolls, evidence of a man burdened by responsibility. Without looking up, he spoke in a calm, level tone.
"So... the Star Academy has finally responded, has it?"
His voice was neither pleased nor irritated, simply detached. His eyes remained fixed on the docunts before him as his hand moved across the page with a quill. At that mont, he looked less like a noble lord and more like a common office worker buried under endless reports and a 9 to 5 daily work rate.
Asher remained silent, glancing briefly toward William and Finch. Both of them wore faint smiles, likely amused at the Baron’s casual tone.
Receiving no imdiate reply, the Baron sighed softly. Finally, he lifted his black eyes.
The mont his eyes t theirs, his expression froze. His dark pupils widened as recognition flickered in them, recognition and unmistakable shock.
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