The Dining Hall of House Nier was rowdy with the clanking of tankards filled with Svancan Ale. Men joked while the women laughed in their husband's arms, singing along to the music. Those who hadn't had the honor of marriage occasionally danced, finding partners for whoever caught their eye.
At the head table, where the heads of each noble family resided, Young Master Nox sat beside his Mother and Grandfather. His palatine smile was both inviting and uninviting. The young maidens who had approached him had already left soon after with downcast expressions, elated by his charm.
"Young Master, I must say you are even more popular amongst the ladies than you ever were," Count Fremar Kinvar said. "Did you achieve some enlightenment while unconscious?"
'You can say that," Altair admitted. He tapped his temple. "Ever since I awoke, I've never felt more in such control of my body. My Mana has been refining my body in response to my inner will."