When I turned around, there was a tall man with carefully stroked blond hair looking down at Viscount McMaster with a smile on his face.
　Viscount McMaster is not a short man, but the man standing in front of him is probably ten centimeters taller than Viscount McMaster.　
　He was in his mid-forties in his age.
　He's an attractive man with a stylish mustache, carefully skewered.
　He has a really well-balanced body shape.
　He is not at all overweight in middle age. He is not, however, skinny or scrawny.　
He's a bit of an athlete, if you will.
　More than anything else, he exudes a sense of elegance.
　It's easy to imagine that he must have had a flirtatious social life since he was young.
'Are you Leonard?'
　Viscount McMaster is surprised to see the face of his estranged cousin, who hasn't even exchanged a time-sensitive letter for years now.
　However, what comes to Viscount McMaster's face is not the joy of seeing him again.
　To be clear, it would be more accurate to say that he has met someone he doesn't want to meet.
''It's been a while. Diggle it's been more than a decade?''
　As he says this, Leonard Olgren shows one eye mischievously.
''Ah ... that's about it.
　At such a cousin's attitude, Viscount McMaster nodded with an indescribably vague smile.
(He's still a rascal... or rather... an irritating man.)
　Leonard Olgren is a distinguished nobleman who holds the same baronetcy as the McMaster family.
　Like the ancestors of the McMaster family in ancient times, they are a family of knights who served the founding father, the first King Roselia.
　That's why the two families have a deep affinity for each other, although their fiefdoms are far apart.
　This is evident in the fact that they have sent their daughters and sons to each other's homes for generations, and have been married to each other.
　In recent years, his aunt, the sister of Diggle McMaster's father, has married into the Orgren family and given birth to Leonard.
　If we are to judge friend and foe by the density of the ground, he is definitely a powerful ally between them.
(I know that, but...)
　The social world of the high class is the abode of evil spirits of the mountains and rivers. It's not easy to swim through such a society by yourself.
　You will need a family to be your ally.
　That's why aristocrats place a great deal of importance on kinship by marriage.
　However, he has long since broken off relations with his cousin, who is supposed to be the most reliable for Viscount McMaster.
　Of course, it's out of the question to think that it's right to believe in Leonard Orgren because he's a blood relative. After all, this is a world where even parents and children who are related by blood can kill each other for the sake of the family name.
　Therefore, it can be said that it is right to be wary, in a sense.
　However, apart from that kind of theory for the survival of nobles, Viscount McMaster did not want to have anything to do with this cousin.
　Nope. To be more precise, it would be more accurate to say that he was not good at it.　
　Unlike the rugged and martial Viscount McMaster, Leonard Olgren is a stylish and foolish man.
　He has had an affinity for music since he was a child, and his singing and playing of the harp are on par with the minstrelsy of his profession.
　It is said that if he were not the eldest son of the family's governor, he would have joined the court music company of the royal court.
　She is also an accomplished dancer, mastering everything from the classics to the latest dance forms, and her fellow aristocrats regard her as an expert dancer.
　At one point, she even served as a teacher of the art of Lupis, when she was still a princess.
　Because of this, although Leonard Orgren is a provincial lord like Viscount McMaster, he has a strong hand in the Roserian royal family and is well known in the social circles of the royal capital.
　Both of them belonged to the faction of the now deceased Marquis Ernesto, but they can even be said to be in contrast to Viscount McMaster, who has retreated to his estate since losing a political battle with Duke Gerhardt.
　It's not a good thing that he is also skilled in martial arts.
　He is a genius who can do everything above and beyond.
　It's not surprising that Viscount McMaster would have a hard time with this overly good-looking cousin.
　You can't help but notice that Viscount McMaster will inevitably end up being the highlight of his career when he is alongside Leonard.

''Well, it's not good to stay here blocking the entrance for as long as possible.
　As he said that, Viscount Orgren urged Viscount McMaster to a still empty corner.
(There's still something to talk about........)
　They have been estranged from each other for nearly a decade.
　It's true that it's not unnatural for them to try to rekindle old acquaintanceships, but that's where it is.
　It's impossible for this to be a mere conversation.
　That being said, even Viscount McMaster can't refuse.
　He nodded briefly to the young man who followed behind him and followed Viscount Orgren.　
''If you don't mind,''
　She quickly notices Viscount McMaster and the others moving to the corner of the room, and one of the serving maids, who is stationed in several positions throughout the hall, comes over to talk to her.
　In her right hand is a silver tray.
　Filling the glasses lined up on top of it is a liquid the color of pale amber.
'Huh ... shall I have some?'
　As he says this, Viscount Orgren takes up two glasses from the top of the proffered tray and holds them out to Viscount McMaster, who stands behind him.
''You'll be drinking too, won't you?''
　As he said this, the man handed the glass to Viscount McMaster as if to press it against him, while he put his nose close to the rim of the glass and enjoyed the aroma.
　Then, without waiting for Viscount McMaster to say anything, he leisurely tipped the glass up and showed it to him.
''Ho........this is wonderful. This is not only sweet and easy to drink, it's also very smooth. For a white wine, it seems to have a long aging period. I saw the Kirtantyre Empire as a lot grande, is it a hit?''
　At those words, the maid silently smiled softly, then lightly bowed her head and went back to her work.
''Oh, apparently it was different.......then was this from the Tolfana Empire in the east of the central continent?　Either way, you're being moderately well educated if you don't point out the mistakes of your customers.
　When he said that, Viscount Orgren cowered his shoulders and showed him a scare.
　Then he turned his gaze to Viscount McMaster, who still hadn't even bothered to sip his glass.
This is good, Diggle. That's exactly what you won't find at a dinner party in the castle. I don't know what you're hesitating about, but it's not something a reclusive provincial lord would ever eat. You'd better enjoy it for what it is.
　Viscount McMaster glares at his cousin's satisfied smile as he nods to say so, with an expression on his face that looks like he's bitten down on a bitter bug.
(Idiot?)　(We're in the equivalent of hostile territory, remember?
　That's just the kind of thing that would be a big deal if you were to be poisoned.
　However, Viscount Orgren snickered at such a natural preparedness of Viscount McMaster as a warrior.
''As a warrior, though, I can't understand Direk's concern. There is no chance that Baron Mikoshiba would assassinate you, a provincial country lord. If he's seriously worried about the assassination, that's what I call self-consciousness.
　At those words, Viscount McMaster couldn't help but blush.
　In fact, most of the reason why Viscount McMaster doesn't want to sip his glass is probably due in large part to envy for the fact that the Baron in Potto is presiding over a dinner party of such a magnitude.
''First, it's a dinner patterned after the White God of War of Roselia and the joint names of the Earl of Bergston and Count Zeref. I'm not sure I'd take part in such measures considering the popularity of those people and if you were serious about assassinating your guests, you wouldn't serve such good wine. Well, if you're really worried about it, I wouldn't be forced to recommend it either.
　As he said that, Viscount Orgren gulped down the remaining white wine in his glass.
　If you say so, you have a face as Viscount McMaster.
　That's exactly what happened, and if word got out that he was a coward, he wouldn't be able to save face as a warrior.
　The peaches were puffed up with a small nod to the young man standing behind him, and Viscount McMaster gulped down his glass with gusto.
　At that moment, a scent bomb hit Viscount McMaster's nostrils.
''How about it. You were right not to be boring and stubborn, weren't you?
　Viscount McMaster nodded at that question, stunned.
(This.........)
　It has a melt-in-your-mouth texture.
　There is no bitterness at all.
　It has an aromatic and sweetness that is unlike anything I've ever tasted before.　
　At least Viscount McMaster couldn't find the words to describe this wine.
　And it's chilled to the perfect temperature for drinking white wine.
　Everything was just perfect.
　It's rare to see this level of perfection, even at a dinner party hosted by the royal family, when this class of product is served so perfectly.
(And the problem is, it's available to everyone in this room.　
　Viscount McMaster's gaze swept over the hall.
　There are more than thirty noble families in this place.
　If you include the number of people accompanying the guards, there will be close to 150 guests.
　It was obvious that a huge amount of money would be required to provide this much for all of them.
　It was simply too much money to mock the tearful efforts of an upstart.
(Why would a man whose domain was an extraterrestrial demon territory such as the Woltenia Peninsula...)
　Viscount McMaster's will, which was wandering in a sea of thoughts, was pulled back to this world by Viscount Orgren's voice.
''Oh ... it seems that the Lord Lord Lord is here.
　As if led by his voice, Viscount McMaster turned his gaze to the entrance of the room.