Alaric later arrived just a few minutes before the banquet began. He first greeted Ignatius, who attended the celebration despite not being in perfect condition.
"You didn't have to co in person, Lord Venerable. You are still not in the right condition to move around." Alaric let out a sigh.
The old man might look fine now, but he had almost died during his fight with Remondin. If Caecus was even a second late at that ti, he would have perished.
"Haha! How could I not attend this event? You don't have to worry about , Alaric. I am Ignatius Firecrest. This kind of injury is nothing to ." He boasted with a grin.
Alaric could only smile helplessly at the stubborn old man. "Your presence here makes this banquet even more special."
Ignatius secretly observed Alaric as their conversation continued. He could sense the imnse mana inside the young warrior's body.
Alaric might have intentionally concealed his power, but Ignatius could still subtly sense the power he was hiding.
To think that he would have such depth when he just broke through. His strength had already surpassed mine…
He smiled bitterly.
He was recognized as a genius of his generation, but Alaric was just on another level. He was a prodigy who had never been seen in history.
While they were talking, they noticed a group of people walking towards them. Leading this group was the Commander of the Dragon Guards, Tristan Stonefist.
"Greetings to the two Venerables." Tristan lowered his head. The warriors behind him also bowed respectfully while greeting them.
"Oh? Lord Tristan, I hope you are enjoying the banquet." Alaric nodded at the man.
This was Redden's forr superior and also the current strongest Transcendent Knight of Astania. Befriending him might bring him so unexpected rewards so he remained polite to Tristan.
"I certainly am excited to attend this event! It was an honor to witness your advancent, Lord Venerable! I will never forget that mont!" Tristan responded with an uncharacteristic smile.
Alaric chuckled and responded politely.
More and more people ca to speak with him. Alaric replied to them one by one, but he had to excuse himself when he noticed that Ignatius was starting to get bored.
Seeing this, Alaric imdiately instructed his subordinates to let the perforrs start with their performances.
Soon, the skilled perforrs who were invited to showcase their talents started their performances.
The crowd's enthusiasm was ignited. Even Ignatius was impressed with the performances.
Alaric chatted briefly with the old Venerable before he excused himself. There were other guests in attendance so he couldn't stay with Ignatius for long.
Alaric busied himself the entire night. He chatted with the guests and clinked glasses with them, remaining polite the entire ti. He didn't make them feel uncomfortable.
At this mont, a group of young warriors had gathered in the outermost corner of the venue. They were staring at Alaric with reverence and respect.
"His Highness has beco a dragon! He now stands on the sa level as the absolute experts of the continent!" Rasmus was filled with pride as he looked at Alaric's imposing figure.
He had been with Alaric since he was still an unknown young warrior. He had watched him grow step by step into who he was now.
"You should give up, Aliya. I know you like the Lord Venerable, but there is a huge gap between you two." Wolf, the insensitive idiot spoke.
"He is the prince of Astania and a Mythical Knight with unparalleled strength. You, on the other hand, are just a Knight and a subordinate warrior of House Silversword."
As soon as he said this, he felt a chill running down his spine.
He noticed the cold-faced Aliya staring at him deeply.
She took a deep breath, as if suppressing her rampaging emotions. She snorted, turned around, and left with heavy strides.
Watching her leave, Wolf realized that he had said sothing wrong.
"I think I pissed her off…"
Pah!
Rasmus smacked the back of his head and scolded him. "What were you thinking you dumbass? You were always the smartest in the group so why did you have to say such nonsense?"
Ow!
Wolf scratched his head. "I shouldn't have said that. I will go and apologize to her."
He was about to leave, but Rasmus grabbed his shoulder. "Just leave her be. I think she would rather be alone now than hear your apology."
Hearing this, Wolf sighed softly.
Renante and a few of his friends gave him a pat on his shoulder.
"You should properly apologize, Wolf. That wasn't a cool thing to say." Reminded Renante, the big brother of the group.
"I know."
…
Aliya stepped out of the venue while trying to keep a straight face.
She thought that she had hidden it well, but even a kid like Wolf noticed her feelings for Alaric.
She felt a mixture of embarrassnt and anger.
"Miss Aliya, what are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be inside with the other guests?"
A voice drifted into her ears.
Turning her head, Aliya realized that it was Mathilda, the Veronican woman who had recently beco Alaric's assistant.
Aliya had mixed feelings about her. She was envious that Mathilda could stay close to Alaric. She was also annoyed that a new subordinate like her could beco Alaric's assistant.
With an expressionless face, Aliya replied. "I just wanted to get so fresh air."
Mathilda couldn't put her finger on it, but she could sense that Aliya didn't like her.
"I see. Please excuse then." She politely excused herself and walked away.
"Hold on," Aliya called out to her.
Raising an eyebrow, Mathilda turned around and asked. "May I help you with sothing?"
Aliya opened her mouth, but she seed hesitant to say it. "Never mind. You can go."
Without waiting for Mathilda's response, Aliya left.
Mathilda squinted her eyes as she mumbled. "I think I understand now…"
anwhile, Aliya found herself standing beside the man-made pond near the banquet hall.
From the clear water, she saw a reflection of herself. She looked incredibly beautiful on one side of her face, but the other side sported a grueso burn wound.
"You are nothing but an ugly toad. How dare you have feelings for soone like him?"
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