The more mythical the story, the more people would be drawn to it—especially if it wasn't just a tale but the truth. Reduce the truth to make it more believable?
'Ridiculous.'
If they couldn't believe it, he'd just have to prove it before their very eyes. Sylas had the strength to do that. Lost in these thoughts, time passed quickly.
"Young Master Sylas, it's time for the evening banquet," a maid's voice called.
"I understand," he replied, getting up from the bed. Changing into suitable attire, Sylas headed to the banquet hall, where his father's retainers were already gathered.
As soon as he entered, all eyes fell upon him.
"The guest of honor has arrived!" Count Bill took Sylas's hand and led him to the seat of honor. Raising a goblet filled with wine, he exclaimed, "My son has returned after achieving countless accomplishments over the past year. How can we not celebrate? Let us commemorate this with three days of feasting, so enjoy to your heart's content!"
