In the Royal Capital, Count Leman's mansion was brightly lit.
Inside the banquet hall, elegant music mingled with the cheerful laughter of nobles. Under the lavish crystal chandeliers, figures weaved through the crowd as glasses clinked and wine flowed freely.
Nearly all the festivity was centered on Count Leman.
But a small group of clever individuals had their eyes on Velin Klein, this rising new star.
He stood alone in a corner, holding a glass of red wine, his gaze unfocused as if lost in thought.
"Baron Velin, your understanding of the doctrine puts me to shame. You are truly God's most devout believer!"
A newly-appointed Baron, his face flushed, raised his wine glass as he tried to squeeze into Velin's circle.
Velin gave a slight nod and gently tapped his glass against the man's, producing a crisp chime.
"You flatter me, my lord. I merely stated facts that already exist within the Holy Scripture."
No sooner had he spoken than a fragrant scent wafted over.
