Common sense

Only a few hours after entering his room, Maxwell was called to dinner.

No matter how hard he tried, Maxwell couldn't help but show an expression of surprise at the fine and beautiful designs in the dining room. the table, chairs, walls, and ceiling were pristine white with gold decorations all around. the floor was finely polished wood where if you wanted, you might as well see your reflection.

although it was not the first time to see the dining room, it was very different to see it in the past than to see it now with all its respective decorations, tablecloths and lights that seemed very modern for this time.

Silvia was at the end of this table with what Maxwell believed were his two daughters on the left and Veronica with a boy on the right. the boy had black hair and eyes, cut very short. his disposition was very calm without any expression on his face. Veronica still had her arrogant expression without putting anyone in her eyes.

On the other hand, on the other side of the table were two girls, one about 15 years old and the other about 11, who looked everywhere with curiosity. The older of the two looked at Veronica with great disgust without even hiding it. the girl was the living image of Silvia but with long hair and a much more youthful and immature image and disposition. the smallest on the other hand had beautiful red hair like Veronica, sparkling light brown eyes and a smile always on her face.

all of them were well dressed compared to maxwell who only wore very simple and dirty clothes, which made him feel a bit uncomfortable and out of step.

Silvia invited him to sit next to the 11-year-old girl who immediately turned to look at him curiously. "who are you?"

"What are you doing here?"

the girl next to her and Veronica asked at the same time, the latter with obvious displeasure in her voice.

"Let me introduce you all." Silvia got up slowly upon hearing the question from the girl and Veronica. "This young man next to Adelaida is called Maxwell Magnar and as of today he is a Knight of the House of Blackwater."

everyone's reactions were very varied, the girl next to him looked at him with bright eyes when hearing the term gentleman, Andrea was slightly surprised but then she let it go, the boy didn't even react but Veronica on the other hand was very upset.

"Since when can a simple fifth-rate wife decide who does or does not become a gentleman in the family?" Veronica asked with a frown.

"And since when does a bratty girl like you worry about family matters?" Andrea answered angrily.

"If the family doesn't want to take him as their knight, I myself will take him to be my and my daughters' knight. I have already written to your father, it is his decision what to do about it." Silvia replied with a smile as she admonished her daughter with a look.

"tch!! damn smug bitch." Veronica whispered in a whisper that it wasn't a whisper at all. Andrea almost jumped in her direction with rage but Silvia held her shoulders.

With a disgusted and even disgusted expression Veronica looked at Maxwell for a second before getting up and leaving without saying a word.

Once Veronica had left and the atmosphere had lightened up a bit, Silvia continued with the introductions.

the quiet boy in front of her is called Filip, the eldest of Silvia's daughters is called Andrea and the girl next to her was Adelaida. Veronica was presented as the one in quotes, her husband's favorite daughter. Silvia said it in such a way that she even almost burst out laughing at the moment.

after that little incident Silvia gracefully clapped her hands twice so that in the next moment several maids in their respective uniforms appeared carrying the sumptuous and appetizing plates of food.

Maxwell gets a whole nicely cooked beefsteak with a little salad on the side along with some mashed potato. to drink had what looked like strawberry juice but with a completely new flavor for him.

"very good maxwell. what do you know about brenor and especially the order of knights?" Silvia popped a small bite of her food into her mouth and asked.

"nothing." Maxwell answered honestly.

This surprised Silvia so much that she froze in the middle of another bite.

"really?" she asked a little incredulously.

"Yes ma'am." Maxwell nodded.

"very well." Sylvia sighed. she clutched her chin in deep thought. "First and foremost is the royal family. No matter what you do, never dare to offend a single one of them, no matter how low their status is within their family."

"because?" Maxwell asked curiously. it was more than obvious to say that it was because they were the absolute rulers of the empire but maxwell felt that there was something more in his words... fear.

"They are the reason why the powers we wield are called magic and not control of the elements." Silvia had a very serious look as she spoke. "Her magic is the rarest and most powerful in the entire continent: summoning magic."

"summoning magic?" Maxwell frowned. "It was the first time he had heard of non-elemental magic.

Silvia nodded. "Few really know how their magic works, the only thing certain is that each of them breaks everything we believe to be logical. So for nothing in the world do you dare to antagonize them, you will not only implicate yourself but also our family because you are our gentleman.

another thing to explain are the knights and the order of knights. everyone in the order has an affiliation, even those like you won't be long before being recruited by families of power. so you should always act accordingly to the house you come across, here is a list of the blackwater friendly and enemy houses." Silvia passed him a simple list with various names on it and how to recognize them.

"this is yours too." Silvia clapped her hands softly and the butler appeared next to her shortly after with a change of clothes folded in such a way that Maxwell thought the butler was very perfectionist.

With his curiosity greatly touched, Maxwell took the set. there was a white shirt, a black vest that had the blackwater coat of arms. the pants were a simple black one and black boots. It looked like a very simple but also elegant suit. it was practically the same as a tuxedo but without the jacket on top and the pants were skin tight with the ends tucked into the boots.

"That's for more formal events." Silvia said and took a half black and white shirt divided diagonally with the family crest embroidered on the white part. Several black stripes decorated her shoulders and her sides. "This is the one you will normally use in classes and practices."

Maxwell immediately liked the shirt. it looked like a football shirt, comfortable and cool.