"I hadn’t expected that the Orean Royal Capital could hide so many instigators of unrest,"
The leading halfling shook his head somberly and bowed deeply, "The Orean Kingdom isn’t like your Bell Federation, we don’t have such great power to fend off enemy invasions, let alone that these guys must be the rumored Spell Breakers!"
"Please believe , this was absolutely not our arrangent. If we really wanted this communication to fail, we wouldn’t have chosen representatives from the sacred Briania as the attackers."
A knight beside him snorted coldly, "If you are deliberately trying to confuse the issue with such tactics, it’s not impossible—after all…"
He showed a cold smile, "If you were as sincere as you claim, then we shouldn’t be the ones coming to visit your capital."
"I will report this matter truthfully to the Royal Court, and as for how to handle it, please trouble yourselves to recount this to the court’s officials afterward!"
The color drained from the halfling’s face and he sighed at last, "We did not host you well, please give us a chance. The Bartlett Monarch is currently waiting for everyone at a banquet in the Royal Capital. Let’s not make him anxious!"
The leading knight said no more, only casting a glance toward Luxius.
Luxius scanned the Spell Breakers, then suddenly swiped his hand, and the Destructive Mages, wearing defiant expressions, didn’t even cry for rcy before their heads exploded one by one.
Another Mage waved his hand, and their souls were forcibly pulled from their mangled corpses. However, the mont they were extracted, a twisted mark appeared on the light-blue glowing souls.
The next second, like balloons, these souls expanded and then burst into a shower of light with a bang.
"Tsk, I knew it would be like this. These people will always clean up the traces in advance, keeping them alive is useless,"
The rest of the Mages sighed, having guessed it would end this way; the real enemy would never easily divulge their thoughts. They always hide everything in darkness, keeping all thoughts ticulously concealed so that no outsider can discern them.
Is it really that easy to keep everything so well concealed?
Whoever benefits the most from this confrontation has the highest probability of being the enemy behind the scenes.
Kael frowned as he watched the dissipating souls.
Followers of Dark Sun…
"Huh?" Elanna, who was closest to Kael, seed to hear him say sothing and turned to look at him.
Kael shook his head, saying, "It might just be my imagination."
He had an inexplicable feeling that at the mont of their death, he sensed a foul sll from the followers of Dark Sun.
But he quickly dismissed such thoughts, as in fact, he could not really sll such a thing; followers of Dark Sun were also normal people, except perhaps a bit mad, a bit neurotic, slightly fond of slaughter and death, slightly lovers of chaos…
They could perhaps barely be considered normal people, and he hadn’t actually leaned in to sll them, so how could he know if they carried any particular scent. Read latest chapters at .Côm
How peculiar, why did I even think that just now?
Kael’s gaze held a bit of puzzlent, but eventually, he suppressed these doubts.
anwhile, in the depths of his spiritual body world, a pink diary glimred as if sensing sothing, fluttering in the wind, then everything returned to calm.
...
The walk to the banquet site was brief, and upon arrival, maids and servants imdiately attended to the guests.
A dwarf clutching a cane embedded with precious gemstones addressed them,
"Ladies and gentlen, we have prepared suits in the side hall for you all. If you did not bring appropriate formal wear today, please proceed to the side hall."
Kael turned to Elanna, blinked playfully as if to say, "See, didn’t I tell you there might be a chance for you to wear a gown? Here it is!"
Elanna’s cheeks flushed and she said nothing more.
The group, divided by gender, was led by their seniors to a nearby side hall to change into formal wear.
Of course, the knights had the simplest task—according to the English standards for knight clothes, they were allowed to wear their uniforms as formal attire at the banquet.
As for whether it was appropriate? Ask if your swords can compete with the Bell Federation before raising concerns about propriety.
...
In the end, no mishaps occurred and everyone quickly changed into their formal wear.
As for Kael, dressed in a crisp white suit which would make an ordinary man appear sowhat bloated and greasy, and even more so if their skin were a bit darker, it felt like changing into regular clothes would have been better.
However, when Kael erged from the side hall, he presented an electrifyingly beautiful sight.
Irrespective of gender, when the charm of any individual is developed to such an extre, it transcends gender and becos universally captivating.
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