"Lord, I never thought I'd have the chance to fight alongside you again," Fujero said with a smile, seeming to recall their days in the Wilderness.
Back then, after becoming a Baron, he thought he would no longer have to address the Lord of High Cliff Castle as "Lord." He never expected that in just half a year, the other man would be promoted to Marquis. He probably wouldn't be able to surpass him in this lifetime.
"Don't worry. For Lorina's sake, I'll look out for you," the Lord said casually, patting his shoulder.
This made Fujero's expression stiffen. 'Great,' he thought, 'even after becoming a Baron, I still have to rely on my sister.'
However, this set him thinking. His sister was now over twenty, and because she had focused all her energy on the family's merchant guild, she was still unmarried.
And this Lord was also unwed. An unmarried man and an unwed woman—they were practically a match ordained by the Gods.
