When Ron’s greetings were over, the banquet began in earnest.
The imperial band sent by the emperor himself entered the hall playing music, and with a pleasing melody, a congratulatory message burst from all sides of the banquet hall, with colorful petals pouring down.
Various productions prepared by the Vision Magic Theater were also notable.
Fire, ice and brain energy formed by mana were decorating the interior like a huge colored paper.
Beams, among them, are popular.
Luncandel’s banquet is in fact a very bloody atmosphere as a decisive place to resolve a grudge, while Jipple’s banquet is hard and boring. It was because Hai Lan was a lively and beautiful place for social intercourse worthy of the name of banquet.
The aristocrats, who were waiting in the reception room, entered the banquet hall one by one.
The well-dressed good-looking men and women gave high-profile fighters a look of envy. For those born of nobility, the fighters gathered here were simply John Jae, a star in the sky.
The most brilliant of them is Dante Hailan, the main character of the banquet.
Twenty-two years old, Hai Lan’s cowhide. The supernova of Beemont, known for her boyish appearance and good behavior and character.
Those who wished for a contract with Dante, regardless of gender, were almost kicked out of the beat.
Once upon a time, every time Dante waved his hand, a roar of cheers broke out among the nobles.
Rumor had it among the nobles that the banquet was held by Ron Hai-lan to find a mate for his grandson.
However, Dante only showed interest in Jin. With Veradin near it. Rata was also staring at the camp with fierce liveliness.
“Hey, kid. Let that thing just smash at midnight. Tell me what happens if I get caught in the wrong way while I keep my eyes open.”
Gilly lowered her eyebrows anxiously.
“There is still a tendency to devalue as a young man, but the ghost commander is one of the strongest in the three mercenaries. Along with Amela, a substitute soldier of the Gaifa Islands, and the leader of the Black Kings, they are also called the three major mercenaries. Will it be all right, Master?”
When Gilly said so, his colleagues tilted their heads in unison.
“The little boy just smashed the Sword Garden and turned the third Runkandel into a half-dead body. What’s he talking about?”
“The ghost commander is called the three mercenaries, but he is definitely less famous than Amela or the Black King. I think the lost Confucius will win the victory without difficulty.”
“In addition, if Confucius loses a duel in the presence of Lord Ron, he will not lose his life will not be lost. If you lose, the name value is different, so Confucius lost is not a loss. Of course I think Confucius will win.”
Kashmir and Alisa added the same opinion.
As Alisa said, Rata, the ghost captain, was now more obscure than Jean.
Jin’s defeat of the third term this time was due to a number of articles being poured out, but not yet at the stage of being known as “the established theory.” Less than a month has passed.
It was the interest of the nobles that Dante, Veradine, and other fighters’ eyes were fixed on Qin.
“That’s Jean Looncandel?”
“It’s the same face on the billboard. You didn’t have to glorify it.”
“You should try that cosmetic too, you can’t use anything else again.”
“Oh, look over there. Isn’t that Siris Endorma of the Vigung? Looks like it’s going to Lord Qin!”
The next thing that came to Jean was Siris.
brilliantly dyed blonde and brilliant silver hair As the two stood facing each other, the aristocrats looked reminiscent with strange expectations.
“Jin.”
“Siris, long time no see. You came to the banquet.”
“Good thing you look good.”
“Were you worried?”
Siris nods when asked unexpectedly. The sight embarrassed Jean inwardly. It is somewhat strange that Siris treats him as a close person.
“The blood droplet you used was kept by our palace.”
Jean and her colleagues had no idea of the fact. I only knew that the butler Heinz had brought it.
“I didn’t know. I must thank you. Was it given to you by Talaris?”
“……not that, Lord Ciron left it to his mother a long time ago. My mother never told me, so I thought it was a Bibung’s thing from the start.”
“Ah.”
“And I was told by my mother that Lord Xiron had not yet paid the price.”
“If there’s anything you want, say anything. I’ll pay for him.”
“Then dance with me.”
“Yes?”
“I think we should let the Zipple know that Sigung has a friendly relationship with you. Just in time, Zipple’s next princess is watching, so it’s no better than sending a message.”
said Siris, reaching out his hand.
It was a moment when not only the nobles but also the uninhabited.
Siris Endorma, as the fighters know it, is by no means a kind of person who shows interest in others in the banquet hall.
“Okay, I’ll take it as an honor.”
When Jin stood up holding his hand together, some of the fighters agreed as if they knew it would happen.
Four years ago, those who attended Looncandel’s banquet and “misinterpreted” the relationship between Jin and Siris did.
There was a strange atmosphere between the two at the Runkandel Outer Tree Bridge party.’
‘I remember the 4th Runkandel deploring the bold physical contact between the two.’
‘Maybe Looncandel would like to send a 12-time son-in-law to Vigung. It is not the right time to break the already solidly established second-term power structure. It would be beneficial in many ways to secure a strong ally called Pigung.”
‘Anyway, isn’t that a good match?’
Of course, the two actually fought in a duel without anyone knowing, but it was still a secret that only colleagues knew.
The majority of middle-aged fighters smiled pleasantly as if they were looking good, and the young generation somehow had to assuage the boiling anger and jealousy.
And two years ago, the nobles who visited the gambling house in the Empire of Belado were feeling a strange sense of deja vu.
‘Oh, back then, Sir Jean Looncandel was active under the name of Barmel. Now that I think of a woman named Zelia at the gambling house, she looks like Sir Sir Sir……?’
Did Jean Looncandel work with her when she was a backup jockey? The Zelia at the gambling house was Siris Endorma?’
while one’s feelings pass by
Jean and Siris were coming out to the stage and dancing beautifully.
The dancing of the two will be sung throughout the continent by minstrels as of today.
There were also painters who took the two men to the canvas, saying they were already beautiful to the point of silence.
“I envy you, sir…I can’t even remember when this Jet has been dancing with a woman…….”
“Dance with me!”
The main character of the lively voice was Zephyrin.
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He came to Jin’s table to escape Murkah’s eyes.
“What a time to be thankful! Oh, my God!…!”
As soon as Jet answered with joy, Quikantel pinched Murakhan’s side.
It meant ‘you go and find out about Zephyrin.’
“Did you say jeffirin? You play with me.”
“Oh, you remembered my name! Shall we?”
“No, Mr. Murakhan! Is this how you do it? Mr. Murakhan? Excuse me?”
Murakhan had already left to dance with Zephyrin.
Murkah, who belatedly discovered Zephyrin, had no choice but to shake her fist with a deep sigh to make the ground go out once again.
Jet glared at the back of Murakan and Zephyrin with their eyes wide open, and in the end Gilly reached out to Jet.
“Well, Jet. What if I don’t mind?”
“I’m just glad, strawberry-flavored, no. Gilly!”
This time, Murakan glared at Jet as if he were going to kill him. If he didn’t have eyes, he would have turned Jet into a dead body.
Jet was just grateful that even a person like him could dance at such a grand banquet.
Kashmir also went out to dance with Alisa, and so did Kuzan and Veris.
Only Quikantel and Enya remained at the table and were eating refreshments, and as if they had waited, all sorts of fighters and nobles came to ask the two to dance.
Enya was paired with Veradin, and Quikantel was paired with Dante. The strange composition was also another pleasure for those who came to the banquet.
Dante, in particular, knew that Enya and Quikantel were the Empire’s unofficial wanted men.
That is why he intended to withdraw his wanted order by revealing his friendship with the two.
“Oh! I want to dance, too!”
Meanwhile, one person who is sad to see the procession leading to the dance.
Margiela Ibliano. She also attended the banquet as Evliano. Vishkel and disguised Bubar were guarding her side.
Vishkel’s expression was dark.
“Hey, it’s not a day or two since I’ve been in a wheelchair. Don’t be so sorry, brother.”
“That’s right, Mr. Vishkel. By the way, this croquet here is really awesome…Vishkel, you’re familiar with the Highlands, aren’t you? If possible, get this croquet at least once a week.”
As usual, Bubar was racking his already melancholy bishkel’s heart, rousing his temper.
Shut up, Bubar. Vishkel was so overcome with grief that it was hard to shoot back like that.
“Are you my brother?”
“Margiela. I…… the fact that I have to use you for this sort of thing is painful.”
Then Margiela smiled sizzly.
“That’s exactly what I do, brother.”
“But.”
“Don’t be so heartbroken. And Mr. Bubar, stop eating croquette. You’re supposed to be slim, aren’t you?”
“Hahahaha. Shall we? Miss Margiela.”
The night was drawing near.
The banquet is scheduled to continue tomorrow, so people were supposed to be left out by evening.
Not a single person left the banquet hall until midnight. Naturally, it was to watch the match between Jin and Rata.
No one ordered it, but at midnight all the guests sat in their places and waited for Ron.
“Everyone’s been waiting a long time. From now on, the knights will begin to guide us, so let’s go to the battleground.”
