The Royal Palace, front door.
When Jareth got out of the car with Mark and Risa, a butler came over to escort the trio inside.
Two knights standing opened the door slowly, and a gigantic banquet hall appeared in the trio's sight.
"Whoa! It's so bright and beautiful!"
Risa's eyes shone with excitement as she glanced around everywhere.
But Jareth was not focused on the luxurious items.
His eyes fell directly on a man who was sitting on one of the chairs beside a wide table, and a wine glass was in his hand.
Wearing a red coat and various luxurious rings in his hand, the smile on the other party's face solidified instantly when he saw Jareth's face.
His dark purple hair waved in the wind, and his purple eyes shone with wisdom.
Before the other party could say anything, Jareth raised his hand to cast magic. The grimoire of the night witch flew in mid-air and amplified Jareth's magic.
