Inside the banquet was filled with cheerfulness, courtesy, and warmth, while the outside of the banquet was filled with chilling silence.
The herald fell sweet, dripping from his forehead as he looked at the two outstanding figures of the empires.
He would have been thrilled to meet them, but he does not know. He felt like running away from there and hiding somewhere.
It is hard to bear the presence of these ancestors, who were constantly glaring at each other and emitting a cold aura.
He was unsure: should he announce their presence or let them have their way?
Prince Vincent looks at Prince Dorian, and he could not believe that he would have encountered Dorian here. But alas, it is good that the opportunity fell at his feet.
They have not met each other since the sparing day.
