When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 589

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He even patted Isabel on the shoulder, as if to encourage her.

Princess Isabel stood behind Queen Sofia, unsure whether she should sit down too.

anwhile, Minister Drost joined Queen Louise, chatting about trifles with exaggerated enthusiasm, making her laugh continuously.

After Queen Louise and Prince Lucien took their seats, Isabel followed closely and sat down beside Prince Lucien.

“…Once the two Highnesses are wed, our Avalon and Star Antimony will truly beco one family,”

Minister Drost laughed cheerfully, waving his hand, and a chilled bottle of fine wine was brought forth.

He showcased the wine bottle to their Majesties and the Highnesses, boasting, “This is ‘Sacred Tree number one,’ specially supplied by the Pope.

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It’s only imbibed when the Eternal Pope awakens from His Sleep.

There’s no finer wine in the whole world.”

“It took quite so ti to find this bottle of exquisite wine, perfect for celebrating the holy union of Avalon and Star Antimony—Avalon shall gain more than peace with Prince Lucien…it is the prosperity of both nations and the happiness of their people at stake.

If the Holy Nation hears of this, they will surely send an envoy to express their congratulations,”

“How generous of you, Lord Drost.”

Queen Sofia laughed rrily, “If it were , I wouldn’t bear to part with such a fine thing.”

“Ah, what’s there to hold back for such a sacred and joyful occasion?”

Minister Drost spoke as if unconcerned, then put on a mournful face, “Of course…

if I have to admit, I’m still a bit greedy.

If Your Majesty could bless with a cup, allowing to taste just a sip, that would be superb.”

“Why hold anything back?”

The old Queen’s smile was gentle and kind as she looked at Minister Drost as one would a charming child, “You have been bustling about with this affair, you deserve a share.

On the day we celebrate, when toasts are exchanged, it’s only right that you have your part.”

“That would be marvelous.”

Upon hearing this, Drost’s face broke into a childlike, joyful smile.

He opened the bottle, and from it poured a ruby-like, crystal-clear, beautiful wine.

The strong fragrance imdiately filled the air.

First was Queen Sofia, then Queen Louise, followed by Isabel, Louis, and lastly himself.

He held the cup with both hands, showing it to the dignitaries before emptying it in one go.

This demonstrated that the wine was safe.

“Ah, I truly deserve death for this.

I am a little greedy…I couldn’t help myself.”

Although he was supposedly testing for poison, he acted as if he had committed so fault.

Minister Drost savored the aroma of the wine, his face showing a look of intoxication, “Indeed…oh, this is the finest wine in the world…”

“Hearing you say that, I’m really looking forward to it.”

Queen Sofia beca interested as well.

She sighed lightly, her smile tinged with helplessness, “I still crave a drink…

ever since g left, I haven’t had anyone to drink with.

I’ve never tried such fine wine before.

The Pope gifted a bottle during my coronation, but g ended up drinking it all.”

Queen Louise and Queen Sofia gently clinked their glasses, the latter smiling, “No matter, from now on, Star Antimony and Avalon will be one family.”

“…If Miss g were still here, she would be pleased as well.”

Saying this, they all drank the wine in their glasses.

Isabel had just taken a sip when the strong wine made her cough.

The intense flavor caused her cheeks to flush red, her coughs leaving her with teary eyes.

And as she held her wine glass and softly coughed, Queen Sofia’s body suddenly slumped over.

Her unsteadied glass tumbled and shattered on the floor.

In an instant, the banquet hall was dead silent.

The Knights all looked over, rising to their feet one by one.

In so eyes there was pity, in others confusion, anger, and so shut their eyes without a word.

“The Queen has been assassinated—”

Minister Drost shouted angrily, “Seal off the banquet hall!”

Isabel was shocked, barely managing to stand.

Her wine glass escaped her grasp, crashing to the ground.

Her mind went blank, her mouth opened but no words ca out.

Then, suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed.

An “Isabel” with signs of injury and binding staggered around the corner and burst into the room.

She looked exactly like Isabel.

Isabel stared at her in shock, her pupils dilating with astonishnt and fear.

At this mont, the cara angle switched to Isabel’s sowhat blurry first-person view.

A buzzing sound, growing louder and more intense, echoed in her ears.

Isabel’s breathing beca more and more labored, as if she was gasping from asthma.

Her heart pounded louder, and her vision started to blur.

Clutching at her chest, unable to utter a word, she staggered and leaned on the back of a chair for support.

The other “Isabel” pointed at Isabel and shouted loudly, “She’s not …

that’s a witch who has transford into my likeness!”

“Wait—”

Grand Adjudicator Shafiya suddenly stood up.

She rapidly glanced back and forth between the two Isabels, quickly determining that the one clutching her chest and seemingly in discomfort, unable to speak, was the real Isabel.

“—Capture the assassin!”

Minister Drost, however, completely ignored her and shouted loudly.

And just then, among the knights at the banquet, many suddenly drew weapons from who knows where and ambushed their comrades beside them.

So reacted and counterattacked, so were caught unawares and severely wounded.

A battle on the scale of the Fourth Power Level erupted instantly, the Transcendent power of the Path of Authority spreading throughout the air, and the banquet’s long table was instantly destroyed.

Shafiya was about to take action when she suddenly frowned, casting a wary look at Queen Star Antimony.

Queen Louise’s face bore an unmasked victorious smile, while the two Fifth Power Level Transcendents who accompanied her—a gaunt old man in a black robe and an old general with golden flas blazing in his eyes—also stood up from the banquet table at the sa ti.

—There was only a brief mont of delay.

Without hesitation and without her wand, Shafiya chose to ignore the chaos in the banquet hall.

As the only Fifth Power Level present, she briskly picked up Isabel, who was still stunned.

Without a second thought, she ran away at top speed!

A silvery-white radiance ford fleeting wings behind her, and Shafiya flew out with the princess with a whoosh.

The torrent scattered the air, and she charged straight into a wall—the storm’s silvery-grey force directly shattered the wall.

At that mont, the robed old man extended his right hand toward their retreating figures.

Terrible mana fluctuations whipped up a hurricane, causing the walls of the Hall of Silver and Tin to tremble.

Ti seed to slow at that mont, the knights engaged in battle moving several tis slower, visibly becoming more and more sluggish.

However, just then, Shafiya struggled fiercely in the air, turning her body with great effort.

Carrying Isabel in one arm, she extended her free right hand in a “stop” gesture and pushed forward with her palm!

Ding—

Accompanied by a sound as crisp and lodious as striking a triangle, a white triangle symbol filled with labyrinth-like curves appeared in front of Shafiya’s palm.

It imdiately blurred, dissipating into a rainbow glow with heavy trails.

The mana fluctuations that had just risen were instantly smoothed over.

The delayed ti swiftly returned to normal.

anwhile, the two who were still hurtling backward flew out in this brief window.

So knights, inspired by this, changed their thinking and prepared to escape.

In the banquet hall, now almost completely ruined, the other “Isabel” simply stood in place without expression, her hands crossed in front of her, watching the hole in the wall, completely motionless.

Queen Louise ignored her and was quietly issuing serious orders to the two Fifth Power Level “attendants.” Neither they took the initiative to attack others, nor did any of the knights dare to attack them.

Prince Lucien, under the protection of the two Fifth Power Level combatants, was drinking wine and eating food listlessly, like an actor who hadn’t been given a part, lacking any interest.

Minister Drost’s face, no longer showing anger, once again wore a cheery smile as he respectfully poured wine for Prince Lucien.

Elsewhere, the knights of Avalon were locked in fierce, desperate combat—so were trying to escape, others were determined to prevent them from doing so.

And the Queen, lying on the ground without breath, was of no concern to anyone.