Chapter 110 (1/2)
Translator: Wawaa
Editor: WilsonWilson
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“Let’s go.”
The banquet would begin soon. Tarragon was a huge Empire and Eunice and Ximena were the nobles of a weak country. In addition to that, they both had no reputation whatsoever and were not properly known to the nobles there. It was only natural for them to be nervous. Eunice stood at the entrance of the banquet hall and gulped out loud.
“Now that I’m here, it’s really no joke.”
Compared to the Emperor of Tarragon’s, the banquet hall of the Hautean Royal Family seemed like a village hall.
This year’s banquet hall, opened to the public by the Emperor, was not only wide enough to the point where one could not see the end properly, but it also had dozens of chandeliers and hundreds of magical lightings. The lights embroidered the building splendidly even in the middle of the day, making people feel overwhelmed just by looking at it.
The same went for the interior of the building. Various weapons, statues of heroes, and myth-recorded paintings that symbolised the Tarragon Empire came together to the now-magnificent ceiling.
There were also many nobles. It was indeed an overwhelming number. No matter how splendidly they dressed, they did not think they would stand out among those people at all. Since there were so many people, it felt like an open square rather than a noble banquet.
Eunice muttered with a face saying that she was fed up with the situation.
“He said this place makes you feel like a sitting duck. In a crowded place like this, there must be wild dogs and sons of b*tches walking around pretending they were normal. We have to stick close to Madam Isadora.”
“Who said that?”
“Acerus… I mean, the Crown Prince.”
Eunice was about to call the Crown Prince by his name before she stopped herself. Ximena, who was quickly approaching Isadora, stopped walking and pulled Eunice’s forearm roughly. Then, she whispered into Eunice’s ear.
“Hey, don’t tell me… How far did you go?”
“Where would I go? I’m not going anywhere.”
“I heard you went to the Crown Prince’s castle to drink and didn’t return to the hotel that day, you crazy…”
An extraordinary curse poured out of Ximena’s mouth. Eunice did not deny her friend’s words and just smiled.
“That could easily happen when a young man and woman were left alone and got drunk.”
“Is it over with just a one-night stand?”
“What? Of course. I want to live in peace. Even if I were given the seat next to the Crown Prince, I won’t take it. How can I live when it’s that suffocating?”
“For real?”
“It’s too bad though. Still, there are still so many men with huge pecs in this world so it’s fine.”
“Crazy bish.”
They whispered in a small voice, heard only by each other. They stopped chatting only after standing next to Isadora.
“Fuhh…”
Isadora was looking at the high platform on the inner part of the hall with a hardened face. Her scarlet eyes were full of worries. She must be anxious about Lara’s future, who would soon be labeled as a saintess by these many people. Eunice and Ximena also calmed down and looked only at one place with her.
“Ladies and gentlemen, bow!”
The Emperor appeared then.
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Lara stayed in the waiting room, used only by the Imperial family. She was to appear with perfect movement with no less than perfect timing.
“We will make the halo twice. First, when you appear, and second, when you stand next to His Imperial Majesty. Don’t ever forget it. You must be at the appointed place. The aides will open the way. Then, your body will shine during the twelve beats of your heart and it will gradually decrease while going up the platform. And…”
Lara listened and listened to the explanation with a serious face. Just like her, even the sorcerers were nervous. They went back and forth in the room checking the magic spell whenever the Emperor’s aides checked the time and looked around.
“Saintess, this way.”
The aides gestured to Lara. befitting their status as the Emperor’s acolytes, they were people whose emotions were not revealed in their faces and eyes. However, Lara knew. None of them thought of Lara as a real saintess. They just thought that the Emperor made the symbol called the saintess to create comfort for his subjects ahead of the great demon war.
“Lara.”
Demian approached her and reached out his hand. Lara stood up holding his hand and walked out to the hallway where aides and knights were fiercely on guard. Lara’s fingertips were as cold as ice. Demian looked at her with a surprised look.
“Are you nervous?”
“Yes.”
“I thought you would do this without blinking…”
“That’s also what I’d initially thought.”
“But?”