"Anthony, don't dawdle. This is your first audience with His Majesty. Make sure to seize this rare opportunity and leave a good impression on him."
"Ah, I apologize, Lord Frederick."
The boy called "Anthony" looked somewhat flustered and hurried to catch up with the group.
He appeared to be around fourteen or fifteen years old, with a rather delicate face. His slightly thin figure was clad in plain clothes.
Just now, Anthony had been gazing up at the grand palace gates, tens of meters high, and only came to his senses when Frederick personally reminded him.
"No matter what, remember well the etiquette I taught you."
He paused for a moment.
"Also, His Majesty appreciates bravery. Just don't faint in the grand hall."
Frederick's eyes were clearly fixed on Anthony, making him break out in a cold sweat.
Anthony nodded quickly in response, then silently walked along the road. He couldn't contain the anticipation and nervousness welling up in him, and his heart pounded hard.