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A while later, at the banquet hall.
Perhaps because he was the hero of the victory, Lurick sat facing the Crown Prince at the head of the table.
‘𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦……’
The problem was that I was also being treated with deference to appease him.
I was also seated next to Lurick, facing Princess Jenaise.
Chilila, next to Jenaise, raised one hand to her lips and whispered to me.
“You still don’t know?”
She must have been asking about Callisteon.
‘𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦?’
I thought to myself and smiled faintly.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Of course, Callisteon himself had said he would come, but the other two had said they couldn’t.
When I spoke vaguely, Chilila dropped the corners of her eyebrows as if she were truly disappointed this time.
‘𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘙𝘦𝘯……’
Whatever crazy things he was up to, I hoped Callisteon wouldn’t show up here.
‘𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢.’
Moreover, the situation was serious enough with just Lurick.
His red eyes kept swirling with tiny black pebbles before returning to normal, but no one seemed to notice.
‘𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰……’
In the novel, Lurick goes berserk at this banquet and indiscriminately kills nobles and knights, which is why he is sent to the monastery.
It was obviously because of the shock of his sister’s death, but…….
‘𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦!’
While I was thinking these thoughts, envoys from foreign countries and imperial nobles appeared and lined up to offer gifts.
At the very front of the line, I saw my baby’s daddy candidate.
“The son of Flavi greets the skies of Brittany. Congratulations on your victory, Your Majesty.”
It was Ernst, in front of Lurick.
Just as light is brightest when it is dark, Ernst shone like the sun in front of the dangerous-looking Lurick.
As he knelt on one knee, his attendants set down several large chests beside him.
“Hmm. Send my regards to King Mariano.”
“I am eternally grateful.”
Ernst then turned slightly towards Lurick.
“Once again, I am indebted to the Second Prince for Flavi’s safety. I am glad you have returned safely.”
I wanted to check Lurick’s gaze, but I couldn’t see it because he was turning his head towards the Emperor and Ernst.
Lurick simply nodded without a word of refusal.
While the Emperor and Lurick’s attention was drawn to another word of thanks, Ernst came up to me and asked.
“May I have your permission to sit beside you, Princess Louise?”
Do they speak formally to each other in public?
‘𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳?’
Unsure, I just nodded, and Ernst smiled gently and sat down next to me.
It was the seat for envoys from vassal states, closest to the imperial family.
He pretended to pick up his glass and leaned in close to whisper.
“Unfortunately, Callisteon couldn’t make it today.”
As soon as he finished speaking, someone kneeling before the Emperor said,
“The vassal of Babenberg looks up to the skies of Brittany. I regret to inform you that a great fire broke out near the border the other day, and His Excellency, the Grand Duke, was unable to leave the Duchy. Please accept our apologies.”
The Emperor’s wrinkled brow furrowed even more.
“A fire near the border?”
Babenberg is the shield of the empire.
‘𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺’𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵.’
A fire on the border, depending on its location, could mean war with the barbarians.
“Do not worry, Your Majesty, it is not an invasion by barbarians. Although Babenberg is the sturdy shield of the empire, it is difficult to prevent natural disasters.”
As soon as he answered, Babenberg’s attendants put down a heavy chest and opened the lid.
Inside, it was overflowing with dark blue jewels.
‘𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴.’
The Emperor’s expression quickly changed to one of satisfaction, but he managed to keep his lips from curling upwards.
“You have worked hard to come here amidst the commotion. Convey my thanks to the Grand Duke.”
“It is Babenberg’s honor, Your Majesty.”
After Babenberg’s vassal bowed deeply and retreated, Ernst whispered softly,
“Since when has magic become a natural disaster?”
Only then did I grasp the situation and frowned deeply.
‘𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘙𝘦𝘯…….’
Is he insane?