"Miss Sophia, it's almost time. The Duke and Young Master Lukaz are already waiting in the hall. Please change into your gown and head to the banquet."
Baron Scott said with a smile.
At the same time, he gave a signal to the surrounding guards, and more than ten silver-rank guards quietly surrounded Sophia.
Feeling the sense of being locked on by the guards, the girl said self-deprecatingly:
"So much silver, you truly hold me in high regard."
"It's just for your safety, after all, you are the future Countess and the next Electoral Prince of the frontier."
Baron Scott said with a smile.
Having said that, he waved his hand, and the two most powerful guards rushed to stand behind Sophia.
"Miss Sophia, will you go to the hall on your own, or should our guards lead the way?"
The old steward said gently to the girl whose expression was not looking good.
Then, he glanced at Sophia's gradually clenched fists and the slightly agitated magic power on her body, and said meaningfully:
