In response to the Captain's inquiry, Rozval, who was still wearing clown makeup, smiled. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"This is Her Highness Amilia's new supporter."

"Yes."

This is just a routine inquiry, and of course the people brought by the daughter of the king's chosen will not be strictly examined. The captain of the guard with a serious expression glanced Luo Xing up and down and made way of the road behind him.

"Please, Your Highness Amilia, the other Highnesses have already arrived."

Walking into the Intramural City, the view spreads out in a huge space covered with bright red velvet carpets.

The walls loaded with glittering ornaments hang from luxuriously inlaid with jeweled lights, and even giants do not feel small ceilings.

Contrary to the spaciousness of the room were the few that were placed there, the deepest part of the room that attracted the most attention—the chairs with a slight difference in height. These five are arranged in a row on the left and right, and there is one in the depths of the center.

Backed by a wall modeled after a dragon, the chair in the deepest part looks as if it is carrying a dragon and is being guarded.

It deservedly ranks right in the middle of the royal city. That chair is undoubtedly the throne of Luganica in the pro-dragon kingdom.

The interior was different from the outside, and the guards with swords could not be seen. In place of the rows, the knights of the Guards Knights, dressed in the same uniform as Rheinharut and Julius, and wearing knightly swords at their waists, were lined up in white.

Further down are the civilian-like crowd in formal dresses, and the people who always seem to have a high status.

Finally, in the center of the room, a little away from the knights and nobles, there were even fewer figures juxtaposed. They are the other Chosen Daughters and their followers.

When Luo Xing followed Emilia in, Priscilla stared at his face, attracting the attention of many people.

"Princess, please be careful about the occasion......

The uncle with the helmet smiled wryly.

"Small things don't matter. It's not going to be tall."

"How unreasonable it is to expect the growth of an uncle who is nearly forty years old......

Cutting off Al's words from her gaze, Priscilla turned her head and walked forward. She was facing the center of the house, where the few gatherings, including Emilia.

Emilia stiffened in the face of Priscilla's approaching body, but Priscilla, who passed by, paid no attention to her. Emilia, who was ignored, relaxed her shoulders and looked like she was blown up by the other party.

Just as Luo Xing sighed about this, a loud voice sounded between the thrones.

"Now that you've all arrived. From now on, please invite the adults of the Sage Association to enter. ”

The door opened again, led by a knight in armor waiting in front of the door, and several elderly figures followed into the room. People who look like big shots are all dressed in costumes that match the occasion and status. Even from the movements and manners of walking, you can understand that majesty and true aging are oozing.

One of the things that catches the eye is a gray-haired figure with a long beard that needs to be wiped to the floor.

Although he is not hunched over, he is less than 1.6 meters tall. He has a wrinkled face that makes people feel old even in the group, but his eyes are as sharp as an eagle.

"That's the representative of the Society of the Magi—that is, Lord McLotford, who has the most say in Lugnica in the absence of the King."

Beside Luo Xing, Rosewall explained to him in a whisper.

"The Wise Men's Guild is the one who runs the country on behalf of the king. Although it is nominally an assistant, the actual operation is now also handed over to the Sage Association. ”

"Specifically, it is probably that the sage will ensure the order of the kingdom, and when the kingdom suffers an irresistible disaster, he will ask the king to ask the dragon for help."

When the members of the Wise Men's Guild sat down in their seats under the throne, the members of the knightly military attaché were on the left, and the civil officials and nobles were on the right, thus dividing into two rows.

At the front of the many seats, four young girls, led by the orange-haired Priscilla, stood in the hall.

Standing in the center, Priscilla crossed her waist with her hands crossed, proudly holding her chest up, and the hem of her dress swayed. Even in front of the sages who run the country, he did not waver in the slightest.

To the right of Napriscilla, women in military uniforms stood. The hair is almost black, and if you look closely, you can see that it is a green with a brilliant luster. The front end of the long hair is supported by a white ribbon, and the beautiful and awe-inspiring face looks straight ahead.

The height is on the high side for women, about the same as Priscilla. The sword with the lion's family pattern embedded with fangs and claws hangs down at the waist, and she is a heroic man's beauty.

Standing on Priscilla's left side is a light purple-haired girl who is completely different from a woman with a serious temperament, and inexplicably gives a very bright impression.

The hair that stretches out to the back is wavy, and the soft impression gives a marshmallow feeling. The body is small compared to the other two standing side by side, and is adorned in a white dress that uses a lot of fur. Particularly eye-catching are the white fox scarf on the shoulders and the frog-beaked purse that hangs straight from the waist.

Emilia with purple pupils stood on the far right, and compared to the other three girls who unscrupulously exuded their brilliance and momentum, she shrank in the corner like a bird bullied by an eagle, extremely pitiful.

"You're here too, Lord Luoxing."

Standing at the head of the knights, the red-haired beautiful man Rheinharut nodded to Luo Xing.

"Hmm."

In response to Rheinharut's honorific greeting, Luo Xing responded with a voice coming out of his nose, and although Rheinharut smiled bitterly when he saw this, he didn't feel that the other party was rude.

But some people don't think so.

"Such a response to other people's greetings is a bit rude, isn't it?"

"Who are you?"

The one who was out of trouble with his best friend and colleague was Julius, who had only met with Luo Xing yesterday. People who met yesterday certainly won't forget it today. By saying this, Luo Xing was just expressing his contempt for Julius.

"Belonging to the Knights of the Guards, Julius, Yurius, have not yet consulted ......"

"Meow knows, this is the guest meow hired by Her Royal Highness Emilia some time ago!"

Felix, dressed in a female knight's uniform with a skirt underneath, walked over.

"Her Highness Amilia's guest?"

Julius frowned slightly, and said to Luo Xing reluctantly: "Even so, you shouldn't respond to Rheinharut's greeting like this!" ”

"Julius, this is my problem."

Rheinharut smiled wryly and stopped his best friend and apologized to Luo Xing.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Luoxing, Julius didn't know about what happened between us, and I apologize to you for his faux pas."

"For the sake of Filute's face, it's not an example."

Glancing faintly at Julius, Luo Xing stood on the other side of Al and stayed away from a few people. Felix stared curiously at a pair of big watery eyes, looked at Rheinharut, and then looked at Luo Xing, who was obviously in the upper position when communicating with Rheinharut, his eyes were full of inquiry.