"Is it true, as the Great Prophet of the Harcos Clan said, that his Divine Enthronement has reached its most crucial moment?"
"Or is it that... there is some issue with him?"
Charlotte's consciousness stirred, pensive.
"Queen Charlotte, what are you thinking about? Why not try our Harcos Clan's specialty, the blood wine?"
The familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.
Charlotte came back to her senses and saw the Palace Guard Captain Sofia approaching with a wine glass, while cautious gazes from others in the hall fell on her.
Charlotte casually glanced over, and the Bloodline who were watching her withdrew their gazes.
Although they withdrew quickly, Charlotte could still sense a trace of tension from them.
Charlotte chuckled softly.
She looked around. Wherever her gaze landed, the Bloodline shifted their eyes away. Eventually, her gaze stopped on the clearly more nervous Sofia, who even seemed as if facing a great enemy.
