Book 1 - Chapter 4: Forward, to Conflict

[Asta]

Aside from various servants scurrying around as expected you don't notice anyone listening to you in particular.

[pringerbeam]

     Seeing nothing but menial servants, Thedrin's carefully maintained serene expression immediately soured and he let out a huff. "Ugh, an apartment? We don't even have ownership. Not even a country squireship and a half acre plot... They don't know what a waste of my talents it is to merely sit and wait when I could be governing a whole county, or whatever it is you call them here."

[Asta]

Proceed to: Book 1 - Chapter 5: Have Sword - Will Travel, or How the West was Fun(dead)