The sun had already shone on the beast-faced gargoyles on the eaves of the Pope's Palace, and according to the customs of the Thousand River Valley people, it was time for breakfast.
But for the upper-class nobles, this time around 10 o'clock was too late for breakfast and too early for lunch.
For them, having meals at the same time as the farmers was simply an insult.
But when entering the Stag Chamber for the second council meeting, Horn still nibbled two bites of dry bread to fill his stomach.
There was no other way; his biological clock couldn't adjust immediately, and he didn't want his stomach growling halfway through the meeting.
With a smile as warm as a spring breeze, Horn pushed open the blunt-angled door of the Stag Chamber and said, "Busy with affairs, sorry to keep everyone waiting."
The remaining Cardinals immediately stood up and bowed.
