You're Not Invited

I peeked behind them to see a really obnoxiously big carriage pulled by six white horses sitting in front of the manor. Surrounding it were fully armed guards riding on their own horses and an entire group of servants as well.

"Ahem, I asked if you are Aster?" The middle aged man repeated, looking quite snobbish as he did so.

I sighed internally, "Yes I am. Could I help you?"

He sneered at me, "Of course you can. You can start by welcoming us into your house."

I acted confused, "I'm sorry, but who are you? I do not believe you are invited to this party?"

"Tch, as expected of the lower nobles to not even bother educating their own children about the basics of nobility. Makes me wonder just how low the standard has dropped for people like this to even get inducted into nobility."

What's with these nobles and not introducing themselves? They really see it as the other person's job to remember their names and titles huh?