"Your Majesty Queen Veronica!"
The diplomatic minister, eager to make a mark and deeply mistrusted by Princess Melisande, waited patiently until the queen announced the start of the private banquet. Before the old man in armor could begin cutting the cake, he stood up in impatience.
"May I ask if Princess Feiliya of the Crolock Kingdom, the only survivor after its destruction, is attending this banquet?"
Hmm?
Upon hearing someone inquiring about his neighbor's situation, Leon, who was recuperating his energy, raised an eyebrow and cast his gaze toward the speaking old man.
Hmm... not that old indeed.
Excluding the overly mature attire and the facial hair trend from the Northern Kingdom, judging by his skin, he was probably around thirty, a few years older than Veronica.
