Other than Yassop, there was another Lord who went to visit Alterra that day. It was none other than Jonathan himself.
He arrived early that day, which surprised everyone, though not so much. Villages receiving so many lords so often was definitely unthinkable for others, but not Alterra.
Jonathan went straight to Althea’s home, saying he had an urgent deal with her company to avoid suspicion. Of course, he didn’t rush them to get back home and just happily waited on the verandah, with Harold serving delicious tea and snacks.
He was quite enjoying becoming Harold’s experimental taste tester. "What did you call this?" he asked, pointing at the small plate with small round circle sweets.
It tasted wonderful. The shells were mildly sweet, which balanced the aromatic and tangy filling in between. It went so well with the tea he was having, too.
"These are called macarons," he said. "I’m not much of a pastry chef so I had to ask help outside. This is one of the more difficult ones to make."
Jonathan nodded. "It tastes great," he said, eating another one with a slightly different color.
Oh~ a different flavor. He liked this one even better—
"Sir Jonathan."
He blinked, looking behind him to see Althea. She didn’t make him wait for long and left the Research Center earlier than usual.
Harold saw the boss there and simply refilled Jonathan’s cup with tea, and placed another cup for Althea before excusing himself.
"Lord Jonathan," she greeted, doing the standard salute between equals.
He stood up and did the same. "Lord Althea…"
Althea smiled, shaking her head. "Please don’t call me that."
Jonathan chuckled. "I know, I was teasing you."
To be honest, he was too shocked to open the topic with her before she left Ferrol Town a few days back.
The Lord of Alterra Village had established herself as such a mysterious entity that even Jonathan—a man many times stronger than she was—felt intimidated. Not to mention, they seemed to be in a rush to get back home and he didn’t want to hold them back.
As time passed though, he realized that he had a lot of questions to her and he regretted not asking them (not that he knew what to ask while she was there) so here he was, making a personal visit.
If others knew, they might tell him he was lowering himself—that he was being too humble. They’d tell him he should’ve summoned her back to Ferrol, instead.
However, Jonathan disagreed. Alterra would reach his level within the next few years—he could feel it—and there was no point trying to pretend his territory was superior.
"I’m still… shocked, really," he said, and then narrowing his eyes at her. "And those oaths of yours are really… prescient."
She smiled.
The oaths allies and subsidiaries signed were really long, but they were also fair for both parties. However, they—particularly Mathilda and Jun—had added a lot of insurance for Alterra.
One of them was that the Lord or people who signed under him—under no circumstance—could reveal any information about Alterra that was not publicly known. They would not be able to utter, write, express, or otherwise give a clue of what it was at all.
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