Seconds passed, and none of the people involved deigned to say anything; they just stared at each other silently. The noble wondered why it was taking so long for them to say yes. In his small mind, he thinks there's no way he could be rejected.

The young man belonged to the Holland household, a small family that had held the baron title for generations. Despite being the lowest title of nobility, they had their own territory and were members of a small group of minor nobles, united under the protection of a count. Despite the power that nobles hold in this world, that doesn't mean the Holland family was special. The most prominent nobles possess strong knights, and they themselves have unique classes and uncommon abilities. In comparison, the Holland household is relatively mediocre.

Otherwise, his father wouldn't have sent him here to avoid being involved in the recent city unrest. Unfortunately, due to the multiple privileges nobles enjoy, in most cases, the new generations grow up with a distorted perception of reality.

Seeing that neither of the two villagers in front of him had said anything, young Holland began to grow impatient. Things have only gone downhill since he arrived here. Not only had the journey been long and exhausting, but the person who had received them was a decrepit old man. If it weren't for his father's orders to stay in this pathetic place, he would have turned around right now.

This place is so remote that people don't even recognize him when he walks the streets. That's unthinkable in his mind; since he was little, everyone knew who he was. ("You can't expect much from places like this," thought young Holland brazenly. "Fortunately, the girls here aren't bad. I have to be patient and wait a little longer, and they'll come to my arms when they realize they're dealing with a noble.")

When he was in his territory, no matter what request he made, whether it was his servants or villagers nearby, they were "delighted" to help him with a smile. After all, it's an honor for a noble to need them for something. The merchant earlier was simply an ignorant who didn't know who he was dealing with. When he investigates a bit and realizes who he is dealing with, not only will he not ask him to pay a single coin, but he will give him gold as compensation.

The people around didn't know what was going on in the mind of the young noble; they just nervously watched as the situation unfolded. Sally said nothing; she just stared at the person who had just appeared as if he were an idiot.

Seeing that everyone was silent, an uncomfortable atmosphere began to appear in the place, only to be broken moments later.

"And who are you supposed to be?" The young noble turned his head and looked at Max, the owner of that voice, as if he were an uncivilized monkey, and a glimmer of understanding appeared in his eyes. It's no wonder the girl didn't say anything; it's because, in this poor place, they haven't even heard of him. Although the idea that they don't know him seems strange and almost impossible, there is no other possible explanation. Thinking this, the noble ignored Max and approached Sally with a smile on his face. Once he was in front of her, he made a noble greeting and introduced himself.

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"Pleased to meet you. My name is Willson Hollard, the eldest son of the noble Holland family. Beautiful lady, after seeing your face, I have been captivated by your beauty. Join me for some time. I assure you it will be an evening you will never forget in your life," Willson said respectfully. While a comforting presence surrounded him, if it weren't for the way he had acted before at the club, the girls he went with might have been won over by him. ("This should be enough," thought the young noble as he awaited a positive response. It wasn't the first time he had tried to deceive a girl. Although most of the time women come to him without doing anything, there are few girls with fantasies of nobility and romance. With a few pretty words, they do everything he wants them to do. He doesn't believe there's a woman who can resist his charms. Unfortunately, there are always exceptions to the rule.)

"Thank you, but I'm not interested."

When the young noble turned around, he saw Sally walking away from where they were followed by Max, ignoring their presence.

"One moment!"

Seeing how two nameless villagers were ignoring him, Willson felt unprecedented anger and shouted loudly for them to stop.

"I beg you to reconsider. I just arrived here, and I would greatly appreciate the company of someone to accompany me." At this point, he had already forgotten about the two girls waiting for him behind him, and he just wanted Sally to accompany him. Although he still maintained a certain degree of etiquette, his voice had taken on a somewhat different tone.

"I'm very sorry, but I'm very busy. I'm sure someone else can guide you." Sally, like everyone else in the village, had heard about his arrival in the village, and she didn't want to offend him, but she also didn't want to be with him. Seeing that things were getting complicated, she wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Is that so?" said the noble as his eyes became somewhat cold. The polite tone had almost disappeared, replaced by something drier. The people around him slowly backed away from him. They recognized that tone from before, and if things were going in that direction, it was better not to get in his way.

Fortunately, the bar girls weren't the only ones who recognized that tone.

"Why don't you go with him for a while? I'll take care of what you have to do. It's rude not to attend to guests properly, especially those who come from so far away." Everyone looked at who had said those words.

"Mayor?" Sally exclaimed upon seeing who it was.

"What are you doing here?" Sally asked, confused to see him here. It wasn't the first time she had dealt with him. On more than one occasion, she had to go to his office to discuss orphanage matters.

Not only did Sally and Max not notice his presence, but young Hollard had also forgotten he was following him.

The mayor smiled bitterly. He had been here from the beginning, but seeing the expressions on their faces, it seemed they didn't even notice he was there.

The mayor ignored their surprise and focused on the current issue.

"Sally, if I'm not mistaken, you came to the festival with your friends and didn't want to leave them stranded, right?"

"Right," Sally said, looking at the mayor with a furrowed brow and nodded slowly.

"Don't worry about them. They'll manage without you. They're grown-ups and can take care of themselves. Accompany our guests and enjoy the festival on your own," the mayor said with a friendly smile as he put his hand on her shoulder.

Sally seemed to want to say something, but it was at that moment that the hand on her shoulder squeezed her slightly.