Elenor—the largest city in all of Levincia—shined brighter than any kingdom Jhonathan had ever seen.
Floating lights drifted above marble streets. Giant towers pierced the clouds. Bridges of crystal mana connected districts suspended in the air itself.
Every race had gathered here.
Humans.
Elves.
Dragonewts.
Dwarves.
Beastfolk.
Even ancient kings who rarely left their territories.
The purpose was simple:
War.
Two nations had begun mobilizing forces beyond their borders, and the rulers of Levincia were gathering to decide how the continent would respond.
King Alfred, however, had entirely different priorities.
"…They said this place has twelve-layer strawberry cake…"
Jhonathan stared at him blankly.
"…We're attending a war summit."
Alfred pointed dramatically.
"And I'm attending dessert history."
Instead of armor, Jhonathan now wore a fitted black tuxedo as Alfred's temporary Sword.
The formal clothing somehow made him look even more intimidating.
Especially because he still carried divine weapons like they were accessories.
Inside the grand meeting hall, rulers argued endlessly.
Mana maps floated above the tables.
Territories flickered red.
Military routes updated in real time.
Kablam spoke first.
The giant warlord slammed his fist onto the table.
"We should strike before the enemy expands further!"
Grimmy crossed her legs calmly nearby.
"…Or we could avoid losing half the continent immediately."
Desiree smiled softly while watching the chaos unfold.
"…Both plans sound entertaining."
Meanwhile—
King Alfred was eating.
Aggressively.
Plate after plate vanished.
Cake.
Pie.
Roasted wyvern meat.
Three full trays of pastries.
Jhonathan slowly looked concerned.
"…Your Majesty…"
"Worth it," Alfred whispered.
Then immediately turned pale.
"…Ugh."
Silence.
Then—
BLAAAAARGH.
King Alfred threw up directly onto the diplomatic table.
Every ruler froze.
One dwarf king slowly stood.
"…Did he just…"
Alfred fainted face-first into the remains of the banquet.
Dead silence filled the hall.
Then a dwarven knight stepped forward.
Heavy armor.
Massive frame.
Eyes burning with offended pride.
"I challenge the Sword of Eldeview."
Jhonathan blinked once.
"…Me?"
The dwarf pointed directly at him.
"Mica. Dwarven Sword of the Iron Thrones."
A massive hammer appeared over his shoulder.
"…And I demand satisfaction."
Outside the summit hall—
the duel arena activated.
Runes ignited across the stone floor.
Kings and queens gathered to watch.
Jhonathan adjusted his tuxedo sleeve slowly.
Then stepped forward.
"…Well," he muttered quietly.
"…this escalated quickly."