Frank sighed, shaking his head-the pecking order always worked.

Hence, he got onto a buggy escorted by the soldiers, which soon arrived at a five-floored manor near the sea.

When they arrived and Frank alighted, he did a double take as the soldiers alighted and followed him.

“Why are you boys still following me?” he asked.

“Governor’s Quill’s orders, sir,” one of the soldiers replied. “He’s worried there’d be another misunderstanding, so he told us to stay as your escort.”

“Fine.” Frank sighed, not bothered to chase them away, and hurried inside the manor.

The Quills certainly deserved their reputation as one of the top families in the country. A single manor was just a part of the entire estate, but it was already almost the same scale as Frank’s Cologne Court.