Guests arrived one after the other, each holding an imposing aura. Arthur counted every single one, estimating their strength, despite the no-mana zone that made it more challenging. If he was going into a fight, then he needed intel.
"Those sitting on the third row are the Vice-Commander, followed by the captains," explained Lyle to Arthur, but the explanation didn't make sense. The two of them were sitting on the fifth, despite Lyle becoming a Vice-Commander after arresting his grandfather. "Those are for the pure-blood."
"Pure-blood?"
"Relatives of the nobles and the royal family," said Lyle without much emotion. It seems that the separation did not bother him. "The fourth row is for the pure-blood captains. The fifth is for the common-blood Vice Commanders, and you get the rest."
"What about the first and the second?"
