As everyone's gaze turned in that direction, Komer inwardly groaned. He hadn't expected a magician to attend such a banquet, and that Mr. Mundell was probably the most famous high-level mage in the Galle Region, a close friend of Duke Zellin. It was said that he was close to reaching the realm of the Archmage. With his discernment, if Komer's enormous lie was exposed on the spot, he truly might have to face the edge of Knight Sate's sword.
Two gray-clad men had been standing in a corner of the Grand Hall, conversing with each other and not wanting to be disturbed. Though the passing guests looked at them with a mixture of awe and envy, neither of the two men bothered to spare a glance for their surroundings as if the comings and goings of the hall held no allure for them. It wasn't until Sate steered the attention of the crowd their way that the two middle-aged men in grey raised their gaze with furrowed brows.
