I immediately recognized the person yelling, Viscount Thallid Creasia of the Land of Hassi.
I hadn't talked to him yet but he was the ine who presented the Land of Hassi's birthday present yesterday, in other words, he is the Hassi envoy's representative.
Ah, fuck. The last thing we need is offend the foreign envoys.
I sped up walking, "Viscount Creasia." I called out with a small, polite smile.
He quickly stopped berating stableman, turned to me and coughed lightly, though there was no apparent anger in his features anymore, his brows were still furrowed.
He moved his head lightly, bowing, "Lady Verena."
I returned his gesture, "May I know what your Lordship is displeased by?" I asked, still with a smile.
My gaze went to the young stableman who was basically kneeling on the ground, his head lowered with sweat covering his face and chest.
