The sun was now high in the sky.
On the castle's front lawn, one carriage after another had stopped, along with a large number of horses.
Goltai, as the greeter, stood at the castle entrance, engaging in warm conversation with each noble attending the celebration. Only the important guests would be received personally by Liszt.
Such as his grandmother, Lady Penelope.
"Grandmother, you've had a long journey, I apologize for making you come from such a distance," Liszt embraced Lady Penelope gently.
"The birth celebration of the Little Minor Elf is something the Tulip Castle hasn't celebrated in many years; of course, I had to come," said Lady Penelope, still vigorous, dressed in a black gown and black hat. "It's just that the road is too long, the carriage ride nearly rattled my old bones apart."