The next day, Alaric woke up with a terrible headache.
What happened?
He grabbed his head as he slowly sat up straight.
He looked around and realized that he was inside his room still wearing the formal clothes he wore last night.
I rember chatting and drinking with the commanders of the imperial army. Recalling what had happened last night, he shook his head with a wry smile.
He had forgotten how many bottles of alcohol he had drunk since he stopped counting after the twentieth bottle.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Your Highness, it's ! I brought your hungover soup!" Mathilda's voice echoed from outside the room.
Hearing this, Alaric rubbed his eyes and said. "Co inside and bring it here."
Creak.
Mathilda, dressed in her working uniform, stepped inside. She pushed a cart with a bowl of soup.
Alaric could already sll the refreshing aroma of the soup. From its scent, he recognized a few herbs that aid in digestion and headaches.
"Did you make this?" He asked as he took the bowl from the tray cart.
Mathilda shook her head and replied. "Celine made the soup, Your Highness."
"Celine?" Alaric didn't expect this.
Mathilda thought that he was suspicious of the soup so she explained. "Don't worry, Your Highness. I already tasted the soup. I assure you that it's safe to consu."
Alaric shook his head and chuckled. "I'm not worried about that."
His vitality was already at maximum so most poisons wouldn't work on him. He would probably feel a little lightheaded, but that would be it.
Alaric took a spoonful of soup to his mouth.
His mind cleared up as the warm soup touched his tongue.
"Not bad." He remarked.
Mathilda smiled at his words.
"What happened to our guests? Did you bring them to their accommodations?" Alaric asked.
He rembered being escorted by Mathilda and Celine during the banquet, but he didn't know what happened to the guest after he left.
"The guests were escorted safely to their rooms, Your Highness. So of them had already woken up and they are now being inford about the recent affairs in Midgard." Mathilda replied.
"I see." Alaric was pleased to hear this.
The emperor had definitely sent his most capable subordinates to take over Midgard. They attended the banquet last night, but they were already in work mode the next morning.
After drinking the hungover soup, Alaric went to the bathroom to take a bath. He then dried himself up and changed into a set of training clothes.
He planned to do his daily exercises to clear out all the alcohol from his body.
On his way to the training ground, he encountered Celine who was just outside the mansion's main door.
"Greetings, Your Highness!" The female Knight greeted him with a respectful bow.
Alaric nodded with a smile. "The soup you made was delicious. Can you make the sa one for tomorrow?"
Celine was happy to hear his praise. With a smile, she nodded her head. "I obey your commands."
"Alright. I'm off to do my training." Alaric waved his hand and walked away, but he realized that Celine was following him so he stopped and looked at her questioningly.
The female Knight quickly explained herself. "Miss Yvanna is worried about Your Highness so she asked to take care of you today."
"Is that so?" After knowing the reason, Alaric didn't stop her anymore. He headed straight to the training ground to perform his daily exercises.
While he was doing his exercises, Celine quietly watched him, admiring his discipline and dedication to improve.
A few hours later when Alaric was about to complete half of his exercises, a notification popped up in front of him.
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Mission complete!
Rewards: 200 Battle Points, 20 EXP, 20 Stat Points
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[You have reached the requirents for your next advancent. Do you want to use 25000 Battle Points to advance?]
[Yes] [No]
How is this possible? Did His Majesty already select a new ruler for Harune? That was fast!
He thought that there would be a long process for choosing the next ruler of Harune.
"What happened, Your Highness? Is there sothing wrong?" Celine quickly rushed to his side when she saw him suddenly stop in the middle of his exercises.
She was already familiar with his routine so she knew how many repetitions he usually did.
Her voice interrupted his thoughts.
Shaking his head, Alaric gestured with his hand. "I'm fine."
"Celine, bring all the available Transcendent Knights here… I think I'm about to advance." He said with a serious voice.
Hearing this, Celine was dumbfounded, her eyes widening.
His Highness is about to advance?
She was so shocked that it took her a few seconds before she could respond. "Yes, Your Highness! I will bring everyone here!"
Alaric was already a Transcendent Knight. He was even recognized as one of the strongest in all of Astania. The people considered him a monstrous genius. She agreed with the people, but she never thought that he would advance this early.
Does this an that His Highness will soon beco a Venerable?
She was scared of her own thoughts.
A twenty-year-old Venerable? She never heard of anyone else who had stepped into that realm at that age.
Unable to calm herself, she hastily left the training ground.
Soon, she delivered the news to the relevant people. Everyone was astounded when they heard her words. No one could have guessed that this day would co so quickly.
Galanar, Caecus, and all the available Transcendent Knights hurried to the training ground, their faces filled with a mixture of emotions.
By the ti they arrived, they saw Alaric standing in the middle of the training ground. His eyes were shut tight as if he was deeply contemplating sothing.
No one dared to say a word, afraid that they would disturb him. They believe that he was in the middle of an enlightennt so they all remained quiet.
After so ti, Alaric opened his eyes.
"Now that everyone is here, I will leave my safety in your hands." He smiled faintly.
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