Grand Hall of Vestria — Gala Continues
Kaito was conversing with the ambassador from Sorenth when a new presence approached.
He didn't need to turn to know.
The energy shifted. Nearby nobles quieted slightly. A subtle tension filled the air.
A voice behind him.
"Lord Kaito Yukimura. Finally we meet."
The tone was polite. Cultured. Educated.
But with an underlying threat that vibrated in every syllable.
Kaito turned.
King Aldous of Avernor.
Young — thirty-two, perhaps thirty-three. Black hair perfectly styled. Beard trimmed with precision. He wore red and black, Avernor's colors.
Dark eyes that constantly evaluated.
The posture of a man accustomed to power.
But also... hungry for more.
Kaito processed.
Age: young for a king. Recently ascended.
Posture: confident but tense. Wants to assert dominance.
Expression: polite on the surface, hostile beneath.
Threat level: high. But not immediate.
"King Aldous."
His voice, neutral. No visible emotion.
