Chapter 191: The Last Banquet In The Empire (2)
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Chapter 191: The Last Banquet In The Empire (2)
Nice to meet the Saint.
Nice to meet the Saint.
Three handsome young men bowed their heads in greeting.
It was customary to state your name and family name when greeting for the first time.
Where they had exchanged their names was unclear, but it was certain they had lost their manners.
Nice to meet you.
As I greeted them back, one of the young men, smiling, made a suggestion.
Saint, we, people of a similar age, are having a small gathering over there. Would you like to join us?
A gathering? That sounds like a good idea.
This indicated that communication among the heirs was well established.
For the leaders of the families and the nation, building rapport in advance was beneficial.
In contrast, in the Holy Kingdom, they only met briefly at banquets and did not form separate meetings.
Therefore, the friendship between families was limited.
It was just a professional relationship, not a personal one in the Holy Kingdom.
I was now interested in introducing this at a banquet.
Ray nodded and accepted the offer.
Sounds good.
Upon hearing his response, the three young men led Ray towards a lobby.
The empire had three lobbies; the largest central lobby was where the Emperor and Ray were. The right lobby was for the nobility.
Lastly, the left lobby, known as the Closet Lobby, was for the nobles heirs.
Seeing they had come to fetch me to the central lobby, they must have wanted to build rapport with the Saint or openly show favor.
But considering they had initially greeted without mentioning their names, the latter seemed more likely.
Upon entering the Closet Lobby, only the young nobles were present.
This must have created a comfortable atmosphere and fostered camaraderie among the young generation.
The title of the Iron-Blooded Monarch was well-deserved.
Thinking of even these minute details to advance the empire was commendable.
Lesian was what it was today because of the Emperor.
He was led by the young men to a gathering place bustling with many people.
Ray surveyed the assembly and silently admired them.
They created a warm ambiance, comfortably engaging in conversation.
It felt as though they were all long-time friends.
One of the young men recognized their arrival.
Everyone, I have brought the Saint, he announced.
His words instantly shifted everyones focus onto Ray.
Even the elves admired Rays appearance.
Though he tried to contain it, the faint divine power emanating from him imparted a sacred aura.
The opulent, showy clothes he wore accentuated his presence, his assured posture capturing everyones gaze.
Murmurs swirled through the crowd.
Ah
Hmm
Time seemed to stand still as no one stepped forward to welcome him.
Finally, Ray broke the ice.
Im Ray. Nice to meet you.
His introduction seemed to jolt them back to reality.
Realizing their oversight in not greeting him, someone quickly expressed regret.
So we dont have enough time. We cant just wait without knowing what the first prince is preparing.
But if we rush it even if we succeed, it would be hard to achieve a significant effect.
Hmm
As the prince appeared lost in thought, a nobleman stroked his chest.
Honestly, clashing once wouldnt be bad.
Even if the nobles disintegrated and sided with the emperor, the Iron-Blooded Monarch would dismiss them.
The nobles were well aware of this.
But as responsibilities increased, everyone was merely trying to pass the buck.
Then, a noble who had been silently listening from a corner spoke up.
I have an idea.
This piqued the interested princes attention.
Lets hear it.
With permission granted, the noble continued.
What about using the Wyvern Mountains?
The princes brow furrowed slightly at this unexpected suggestion.
The Wyvern Mountains?
Yes. Everyone knows the Wyvern Mountains are located right behind the empires capital. A little attack there would provoke the wyverns to attack the empire.
Did his words pique interest again?
The prince nodded seriously.
Continue.
Thank you. If a direct attack occurs on the empire, His Majesty the Emperor will not just stand by.
He will quickly organize an army to respond.
Exactly. We just have to wait for that moment.
They planned to rebel while the emperor was busy fighting wyverns.
This strategy would allow them to avoid waiting for house arrest to end and eliminate the troublesome first prince.
The first princess nodded and praised the idea.
Thats a good suggestion. With the number of nobles we have, even the Iron-Blooded Monarch couldnt handle both wyverns and us.
Hmm
When the prince hesitated to conclude, the noble added the final touch.
With our forces unharmed, joining forces with the wyverns will seem like a strong reinforcement. If we miss this opportunity, the first prince might beat us to it. If they are preparing for war too, itll be hard to make a move.
Alright. Then I entrust you with arranging the troops, Count of Cres.
At the princes command, the Count of Cres smiled subtly.
Leave it to me. I will handle the wyverns perfectly.
Lets trust you then. Now we know our next move. Gather the troops inconspicuously. We have war funds, so we are in a better position than the first prince. As soon as the Saint leaves tomorrow, start the attack on the Wyvern Mountains.
Understood.
Understood.
As they responded, the prince left the room.
Fortunately, things were going well.
The Saint would leave the empire tomorrow, and they just needed to act accordingly.
Moreover, according to the news, the Saints pilgrimage was already a set course.
Since he needed to go to the Holy Kingdom as soon as possible, even if he heard of the empires war, he wouldnt return.
Now, only the task of becoming the emperor remains. And
His thoughts wandered endlessly.
But he overlooked one fact.
The current Saint was not the traditional Saint who absolutely obeyed divine orders.
A Saint who could curse heaven openly was probably unique throughout history.
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Chapter 191: The Last Banquet In The Empire (2)
Nice to meet the Saint.
Nice to meet the Saint.
Three handsome young men bowed their heads in greeting.
It was customary to state your name and family name when greeting for the first time.
Where they had exchanged their names was unclear, but it was certain they had lost their manners.
Nice to meet you.
As I greeted them back, one of the young men, smiling, made a suggestion.
Saint, we, people of a similar age, are having a small gathering over there. Would you like to join us?
A gathering? That sounds like a good idea.
This indicated that communication among the heirs was well established.
For the leaders of the families and the nation, building rapport in advance was beneficial.
In contrast, in the Holy Kingdom, they only met briefly at banquets and did not form separate meetings.
Therefore, the friendship between families was limited.
It was just a professional relationship, not a personal one in the Holy Kingdom.
I was now interested in introducing this at a banquet.
Ray nodded and accepted the offer.
Sounds good.
Upon hearing his response, the three young men led Ray towards a lobby.
The empire had three lobbies; the largest central lobby was where the Emperor and Ray were. The right lobby was for the nobility.
Lastly, the left lobby, known as the Closet Lobby, was for the nobles heirs.
Seeing they had come to fetch me to the central lobby, they must have wanted to build rapport with the Saint or openly show favor.
But considering they had initially greeted without mentioning their names, the latter seemed more likely.
Upon entering the Closet Lobby, only the young nobles were present.
This must have created a comfortable atmosphere and fostered camaraderie among the young generation.
The title of the Iron-Blooded Monarch was well-deserved.
Thinking of even these minute details to advance the empire was commendable.
Lesian was what it was today because of the Emperor.
He was led by the young men to a gathering place bustling with many people.
Ray surveyed the assembly and silently admired them.
They created a warm ambiance, comfortably engaging in conversation.
It felt as though they were all long-time friends.
One of the young men recognized their arrival.
Everyone, I have brought the Saint, he announced.
His words instantly shifted everyones focus onto Ray.
Even the elves admired Rays appearance.
Though he tried to contain it, the faint divine power emanating from him imparted a sacred aura.
The opulent, showy clothes he wore accentuated his presence, his assured posture capturing everyones gaze.
Murmurs swirled through the crowd.
Ah
Hmm
Time seemed to stand still as no one stepped forward to welcome him.
Finally, Ray broke the ice.
Im Ray. Nice to meet you.
His introduction seemed to jolt them back to reality.
Realizing their oversight in not greeting him, someone quickly expressed regret.
So we dont have enough time. We cant just wait without knowing what the first prince is preparing.
But if we rush it even if we succeed, it would be hard to achieve a significant effect.
Hmm
As the prince appeared lost in thought, a nobleman stroked his chest.
Honestly, clashing once wouldnt be bad.
Even if the nobles disintegrated and sided with the emperor, the Iron-Blooded Monarch would dismiss them.
The nobles were well aware of this.
But as responsibilities increased, everyone was merely trying to pass the buck.
Then, a noble who had been silently listening from a corner spoke up.
I have an idea.
This piqued the interested princes attention.
Lets hear it.
With permission granted, the noble continued.
What about using the Wyvern Mountains?
The princes brow furrowed slightly at this unexpected suggestion.
The Wyvern Mountains?
Yes. Everyone knows the Wyvern Mountains are located right behind the empires capital. A little attack there would provoke the wyverns to attack the empire.
Did his words pique interest again?
The prince nodded seriously.
Continue.
Thank you. If a direct attack occurs on the empire, His Majesty the Emperor will not just stand by.
He will quickly organize an army to respond.
Exactly. We just have to wait for that moment.
They planned to rebel while the emperor was busy fighting wyverns.
This strategy would allow them to avoid waiting for house arrest to end and eliminate the troublesome first prince.
The first princess nodded and praised the idea.
Thats a good suggestion. With the number of nobles we have, even the Iron-Blooded Monarch couldnt handle both wyverns and us.
Hmm
When the prince hesitated to conclude, the noble added the final touch.
With our forces unharmed, joining forces with the wyverns will seem like a strong reinforcement. If we miss this opportunity, the first prince might beat us to it. If they are preparing for war too, itll be hard to make a move.
Alright. Then I entrust you with arranging the troops, Count of Cres.
At the princes command, the Count of Cres smiled subtly.
Leave it to me. I will handle the wyverns perfectly.
Lets trust you then. Now we know our next move. Gather the troops inconspicuously. We have war funds, so we are in a better position than the first prince. As soon as the Saint leaves tomorrow, start the attack on the Wyvern Mountains.
Understood.
Understood.
As they responded, the prince left the room.
Fortunately, things were going well.
The Saint would leave the empire tomorrow, and they just needed to act accordingly.
Moreover, according to the news, the Saints pilgrimage was already a set course.
Since he needed to go to the Holy Kingdom as soon as possible, even if he heard of the empires war, he wouldnt return.
Now, only the task of becoming the emperor remains. And
His thoughts wandered endlessly.
But he overlooked one fact.
The current Saint was not the traditional Saint who absolutely obeyed divine orders.
A Saint who could curse heaven openly was probably unique throughout history.
Chapter 191: The Last Banquet In The Empire 2Nice to meet the Saint.Nice to meet the Saint.Three handsome young men bowed their heads in greeting.It was customary to state your name and family name when greeting for the first time.Where they had exchanged their names was unclear, but it was certain they had lost their manners.Nice to meet you.As I greeted them back, one of the young men, smiling, made a suggestion.Saint, we, people of a similar age, are having a small gathering over there. Would you like to join us?A gathering? That sounds like a good idea.This indicated that communication among the heirs was well established.For the leaders of the families and the nation, building rapport in advance was beneficial.In contrast, in the Holy Kingdom, they only met briefly at banquets and did not form separate meetings.Therefore, the friendship between families was limited.It was just a professional relationship, not a personal one in the Holy Kingdom.I was now interested in introducing this at a banquet.Ray nodded and accepted the offer.Sounds good.Upon hearing his response, the three young men led Ray towards a lobby.The empire had three lobbies; the largest central lobby was where the Emperor and Ray were. The right lobby was for the nobility.Lastly, the left lobby, known as the Closet Lobby, was for the nobles heirs.Seeing they had come to fetch me to the central lobby, they must have wanted to build rapport with the Saint or openly show favor.But considering they had initially greeted without mentioning their names, the latter seemed more likely.Upon entering the Closet Lobby, only the young nobles were present.This must have created a comfortable atmosphere and fostered camaraderie among the young generation.The title of the Iron-Blooded Monarch was well-deserved.Thinking of even these minute details to advance the empire was commendable.Lesian was what it was today because of the Emperor.He was led by the young men to a gathering place bustling with many people.Ray surveyed the assembly and silently admired them.They created a warm ambiance, comfortably engaging in conversation.It felt as though they were all long-time friends.One of the young men recognized their arrival.Everyone, I have brought the Saint, he announced.His words instantly shifted everyones focus onto Ray.Even the elves admired Rays appearance.Though he tried to contain it, the faint divine power emanating from him imparted a sacred aura.The opulent, showy clothes he wore accentuated his presence, his assured posture capturing everyones gaze.Murmurs swirled through the crowd.AhHmmTime seemed to stand still as no one stepped forward to welcome him.Finally, Ray broke the ice.Im Ray. Nice to meet you.His introduction seemed to jolt them back to reality.Realizing their oversight in not greeting him, someone quickly expressed regret.So we dont have enough time. We cant just wait without knowing what the first prince is preparing.But if we rush it even if we succeed, it would be hard to achieve a significant effect.HmmAs the prince appeared lost in thought, a nobleman stroked his chest.Honestly, clashing once wouldnt be bad.Even if the nobles disintegrated and sided with the emperor, the Iron-Blooded Monarch would dismiss them.The nobles were well aware of this.But as responsibilities increased, everyone was merely trying to pass the buck.Then, a noble who had been silently listening from a corner spoke up.I have an idea.This piqued the interested princes attention.Lets hear it.With permission granted, the noble continued.What about using the Wyvern Mountains?The princes brow furrowed slightly at this unexpected suggestion.The Wyvern Mountains?Yes. Everyone knows the Wyvern Mountains are located right behind the empires capital. A little attack there would provoke the wyverns to attack the empire.Did his words pique interest again?The prince nodded seriously.Continue.Thank you. If a direct attack occurs on the empire, His Majesty the Emperor will not just stand by.He will quickly organize an army to respond.Exactly. We just have to wait for that moment.They planned to rebel while the emperor was busy fighting wyverns.This strategy would allow them to avoid waiting for house arrest to end and eliminate the troublesome first prince.The first princess nodded and praised the idea.Thats a good suggestion. With the number of nobles we have, even the Iron-Blooded Monarch couldnt handle both wyverns and us.HmmWhen the prince hesitated to conclude, the noble added the final touch.With our forces unharmed, joining forces with the wyverns will seem like a strong reinforcement. If we miss this opportunity, the first prince might beat us to it. If they are preparing for war too, itll be hard to make a move.Alright. Then I entrust you with arranging the troops, Count of Cres.At the princes command, the Count of Cres smiled subtly.Leave it to me. I will handle the wyverns perfectly.Lets trust you then. Now we know our next move. Gather the troops inconspicuously. We have war funds, so we are in a better position than the first prince. As soon as the Saint leaves tomorrow, start the attack on the Wyvern Mountains.Understood.Understood.As they responded, the prince left the room.Fortunately, things were going well.The Saint would leave the empire tomorrow, and they just needed to act accordingly.Moreover, according to the news, the Saints pilgrimage was already a set course.Since he needed to go to the Holy Kingdom as soon as possible, even if he heard of the empires war, he wouldnt return.Now, only the task of becoming the emperor remains. AndHis thoughts wandered endlessly.But he overlooked one fact.The current Saint was not the traditional Saint who absolutely obeyed divine orders.A Saint who could curse heaven openly was probably unique throughout history.
