The day after the fire of Hurengel was raised, the invitations to the banquet sent by the princess Tiphia to the various fiefdoms of the kingdom fell into the hands of the nobles of the kingdom.

Koende Firmlandez is the younger brother of Juventus and Tifia, and has the same interests as Prince Juventus in the matter of inheritance for the time being - after all, he is the legitimate illegitimate son of His Majesty the King, who promised him a county when he ascended the throne, and Tifia did not give him anything during his regency, as if he did not intend to let her half-brother have a fief of his own.

The fief was more or less the face of a game participant in the power game between the nobles, and Kohnder could not stand his sister's distrust or defense of him, so when Prince Juventus threw an olive branch to him, he did not hesitate to join the royal party, and at all times expressed his dissatisfaction with his sister within the party, and was soon regarded by the members of the royal party as a typical - but not very easy to use as his father - radical.

It seems that it was for this reason that the Prince of Juventus learned from Count Charles that he had refused the invitation.

The first king was on top, and everyone knew that he had no fief, and the people stayed in the city of Perades.

This is really an irrational approach, what is going on in his head? Prince Juventus couldn't help but question his younger brother in his heart.

"Forget it, it's his own loss that Kohnder doesn't come." After a while, the young prince exhaled a breath lightly through his nose, and then continued to whisper to the earl in front of him, "Then again, what is Count Roderick's intentions?" ”

"Count Roderick is not involved in any faction." Earl Charles replied in the same low voice, "But as long as we have the support of the church, he will certainly support us." ”

"What about Duke Conlot?"

"The old fox still hides his tail...... He showed no signs of courting the royal party or turning to the regency, presumably still observing the situation. ”

"I expect him to fall on us in a fit of rage." The prince gritted his teeth with some regret and glanced sideways in the other direction of the banquet hall.

In the direction he looked, Duke Conlotte Durrien, with his dark brown hair already mixed with some white filaments, stood beside another banquet table, holding a wine glass and chatting and laughing with the nobles gathered around him.

The Duke of the Golandian Plains disguised his true thoughts well with a mask-like smile, and he certainly did not forget that his son had died in the calamity of Hurengel not long ago, but he was much smarter than Prince Koender, and he would not be grief-stricken by the loss of his son, nor would he hold a grudge against Princess Tiphia for the fact that Count Drew, whose body had been found by the Church, was a member of the Regency faction.

At this time, given that the second son of the Duke of Conlot, Freud Doorien, was a fat man who had reached the age of twenty-five and was unmarried this year, the nobles surrounding the Duke took this opportunity to mention the names of some beautiful girls from time to time, but because the Duke had just lost his eldest son and did not dare to expose their little calculations too explicitly, their plan to marry the Duke did not seem to have made much progress.

Looking away from Duke Conlot's side, in another inconspicuous corner of the hall, an elderly man and another middle-aged knight with bright silver hair were talking face-to-face about something unrelated to the banquet.

The old man was named Wernard Fairlandez, the Count of Andorem, a lifelong veteran of the Jong Ma, and a member of the royal party. The royal family's surname does not prove that he and King Bag are of the same ancestral lineage, on the contrary, he was originally an imperial man, and when he was young, he became a vassal of the Violet Kingdom through a political marriage together, and he remains loyal to the royal family of Fillandz to this day.

Count Wernard was a typical soldier with a serious and unsmiling personality, his living habits were much simpler than those of ordinary nobles, and the lavish banquets had always had a bad impression of flashiness in his eyes, and the chatter and laughter of the nobles in the banquet made him quite unhappy, so he specially chose such a relatively dimly lit corner to exchange some swordsmanship fighting skills with the silver-haired knight in front of him.

As for the person standing in front of the old earl, the silver lion Roderick, the middle-aged silver-haired knight is not only the elite Mithril Knight of the Templar Church, but also inherited the fiefdom of the kingdom of Huifeng Valley because his father was a vassal of Violet in the past. He was both a priest and an earl, but he saw himself first and foremost as a knight of the Church compared to his own earldom, which is why the city of Andhes in the Valley of the Brightwinds had the second most religious atmosphere in the country after the holy city of Hurengel - who made the lord of that fiefdom happen to be a devout Templar?

The atmosphere in the hall became more and more lively as the banquet progressed, and at this moment, the two guards standing on either side of the main entrance of the hall were instructed by a chief guard, and then stood respectfully on either side and pulled the two door panels in different directions.

The movement of the main entrance of the hall as it opened caught the attention of the attendees, and the nobles of the kingdom paused for a moment to look away, and then they saw a tall girl with wheat-colored skin smoothly pushing a wheelchair and walking down the long red carpet in the corridor outside into the banquet hall with a blank face.

The girl, whose complexion was very different from that of the nobles, wore a lightweight chainmail vest and a longsword from the Kingdom Foundry at her waist. Her outfit seemed a little rude to others, but she didn't care about the strange eyes of others, because the right to stay armed at all times was given to her by the person she swore to protect forever with her life.

Her name is Ranna, and she is Princess Tiphia's personal attendant.

And the person in the wheelchair at this moment -

"Good evening, ladies of the kingdom." Princess Tifia placed her fingers in front of her abdomen, sat in a dignified posture and smiled, and swept the eyes of everyone in the room with a confident gaze.

Her voice was no different from that of a quiet human girl on the shores of St. Fren's Sea, and her slender figure looked worrisome with a long white dress with a corset, but none of the nobles in the hall dared to underestimate the princess with long flaxen hair, because they all knew that the current ruler of the Violet Kingdom was sitting right in front of them.

The host of this banquet has finally appeared.