"You might be all wondering who I am, so I’ll get straight to the point." Emia Azon paused a mont before continuing, "Violet, stand up."
Violet who was seated instantly stood up without even batting an eye. For soone who had a shy personality, she didn’t hesitate to face the crowd right now.
"Right... I am sothing like a mother to Violet. Yes, I adopted her when she was nothing but a little child. To be exact, it wasn’t
who adopted her but it was my husband."
Saying so, she took a short breath before continuing, "At that ti, my husband was traveling back to the city when suddenly he was attacked by bandits. He survived but the sa couldn’t be said about Violet’s parents, so out of compassion he took her in, and shortly after, he also departed from this world as he succumbed to his injuries."
"He didn’t leave
any legacy behind. Only
and Violet were left to take care of the Azon Inn, a re Peak-Level Mortal Grade Power."
"After diligently taking care of her for years, one day she ca forward and stood in front of , pregnant."
Saying so, Emia Azon turned to glance towards Logan.
Everyone’s gaze also simultaneously fell on Logan, their Emperor, as they followed her gaze.
Logan felt his face burning up from the embarrassnt but even so, he managed to keep a straight face befitting an emperor.
Emia Azon looked back at the crowd, "Even so, instead of admonishing her, I still chose to leave her to her own devices, after all, I’m not her mother."
"Mother!" Violet shouted as she bit her lips, a bit hurt by her whom she considered as a mother all this ti.
Emia Azon lifted up her hands, "No need to say anything. I wasn’t able to protect you at that ti... I’m just glad that after all these years, you found your man..."
Emia Azon took a deep breath, "Ernest, stand up."
"Yes!" Ernest also instantly stood up.
It could be seen in his eyes that he largely respected this person.
They both looked at each other for a mont she voiced, "You’re a prince now, don’t let your mother face any injustice..."
"I will..." Ernest nodded his head with great determination.
"That’s all..." She turned to look back at Hendrickson and returned to her seat.
Hendrickson nodded and announced to the crowd a mont later, "Concubine Violet’s Son could be said to be the firstborn of our Emperor, hence, shall be given the title of the First Prince."
Like this, the other four who were seated besides Emia also stood forward one by one before describing their background but didn’t elaborate much or embarrass the emperor like Emia.
Most of them sounded incredibly serviant and even tried to ass-lick on a few occasions.
But unlike Violet and Ernest who were incredibly grateful to Emia Azon, the others had cold look in their eyes when viewing the people of their background.
It could be seen that they were relatively treated bad in their background, maybe even subjected to moderate or even extre abuse because of the matter of having no husband while giving birth to their children.
Then again, there was one woman who could be said to be the cornerstone of their her own background.
After the 5 guests stood up and introduced themselves, one of the six won stood up by herself and started to speak, "I, Minerva, am an orphan. I don’t have any family to speak of, so please excuse
for my rudeness."
Everyone turned to look at her figure which was beautiful even when compared to other won who were present in the banquet as guests.
"I was once a rchant and gradually beca the owner of the Minerva Restaurant, a place I carved out of the world by myself without relying on the help of anyone."
"It is a Low-Level Earth Grade Power, so don’t expect too much from my humble self."
"This over here is my son, Markus."
Once she spoke, a youth whose face looked sharp and vigorous rose from his seat, putting up a facade of being brave.
"To be honest, I never expected that the man I once chose out of a fateful whim would turn out to be the emperor years later. It’s like fate has played with my emotions a lot these years." Minerva said with a sigh but took a glance at Logan to take a look at his reaction.
Seeing his stone face, her heart stung a bit but she didn’t let it bother her. In any case, she had never held hope to attain that person’s love in the first place as having an affaire with him was entirely her decision.
She sighed inwardly and looked at Hendrickson, indicating that she was finished with her ramblings.
Hendrickson nodded and announced his status, "Markus can be said to be the youngest son of the emperor who is present here, hence, shall be given the title of the Fourth Prince."
"This makes Prince Davis the Fifth Prince but at the sa ti, there is no changes to his status of Crown Prince which will make Prince Davis eventually inherit the throne."
"And Prince Edward will be the Sixth Prince from now on..."
"Princess Clara is no longer the First Princess but rather the Fourth Princess, followed by Princess Diana, who will be addressed as the Fifth Princess!"
Hendrickson turned to look over the main seat and asked, "Is this to your satisfaction? Your Majesty, the Empress!"
Claire was startled!
They were going to ask for her satisfaction? Or were they asking for her permission?
Only silence remained in the sumptuous banquet.
No one dared to make a sound, not even Logan.
He just kept looking at her worriedly while Claire seed to be deep in thought.
A minute passed just like nothing and as seconds passed by, the silence turned eerie as even beads of sweat began to form upon Logan’s forehead.
"I guess I am..." Claire turned to look at Hendrickson, "Satisfied..."
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, including the newly wedded ladies and the young princes and princesses.
Claire turned slightly confused as she sensed the atmosphere. For a mont, it seed like that she was painted as the villainess who was trying to interfere with their union.
’Whatever...’ Feeling a little bit confused, she shrugged.
There didn’t seem to be an injustice done to her children so, in that sense, she didn’t mind about the proceedings today.
As for Logan marrying six won just like that, she was greatly dissatisfied but let it be for the ti being as it couldn’t be helped.
’Yes, it couldn’t be helped...’
That was the only way she could find solace at the fact that her husband didn’t betray her but only tried to take responsibility for his past mistakes as she could see those children resemble him a lot.
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