Inside the vast, golden palace, the banquet hall was illuminated by a profusion of hanging candles.
Different colored gemstones were set into the huge golden pillar, revealing a shimmering luster when illuminated by candlelight.
Huge curtains fell from both sides, and straight, light red drapes stretched down from the roof to the golden floor.
Lush green potted plants hang in mid-air, their abundant branches and leaves overflowing from crystal-like forms, adorning both sides of the banquet hall's high platform.
The expansive dome poured the night sky into the conference hall, and the cool evening breeze swayed along with the flickering candlelight.
Soothing, flowing music played on both sides, like the constant whispers of quiet angels.
On the central table in the banquet hall sat an enormous nine-tiered cake.
Its height was even comparable to the red curtains hanging down.
The bright candlelight illuminated the smiling faces of every nobleman.
Nobles, leaning on their ornate canes, would respectfully raise their glasses to each other and then toast each other.
The nobles present all knew that the princess's real birthday was only seven days from now.
But His Majesty has held such a grand and extravagant banquet tonight.
Especially recently, when undercurrents are swirling,
The Council of Mages has never had any contact with any country.
However, because Viktor's performance last time was so impressive, the whole world has once again taken notice of this extraordinary organization.
Under the world's watchful eyes, Haim Horn, a member of the Mage Council.
They actually took the initiative to announce to all the countries in the world:
They are the true representatives of the Goddess of Justice.
Most countries did not take any rash actions as a result.
Even if it means standing up and actively supporting the Mage Council.
After all, there are simply too many followers of the goddess of justice.
Everyone in the city of mages joined and became followers of the goddess of justice.
It cannot add even a ripple to the ocean of believers' numbers.
The more people stop to observe, the more cautious later-arriving countries will naturally become.
After all, it has been a very, very long time since a true god has appeared in this world.
The gods are only recorded in the past history, and some gods are even difficult to find.
But the believers of the gods still remain in the world.
They gather followers throughout the world for the supreme gods they worship.
The Church of the Goddess of Justice is one of them.
Outside of the empire.
The Church of the Goddess of Justice is found in almost every country, every corner, and every piece of land in the world.
Like rats lurking in the shadows of the world, they are found almost everywhere.
In other places, their sect developed popes to lead people to follow the goddess of justice.
This goddess of justice was, after all, the last deity remaining in the world.
Now, with the presence of the Church of the Goddess.
The Council of Masters was also able to step forward and proclaim to the world that its claim to orthodoxy was indisputable.
This leaves one wondering whether it's a case of a cuckoo taking over someone else's place or the parliament's self-righteousness.
In short, almost all the nobles were discussing this matter at the grand banquet.
Lia and Hene stood side by side, like two bright stars shining in the crowd.
Hene wore square-framed glasses that gave her a somewhat composed look, and an elegant black dress.
The long black dress, adorned with a few subtle floral patterns, gave Heni a touch of mystery.
She wore lace gloves, and a black silk shawl draped over her shoulders, making her even more charming.
Lia stood beside her, elegantly holding a wine glass in her hand.
She wore a long, white gown with a hem that trailed slowly on the ground, radiating a cool sheen.
A pair of earrings set with pure rubies were dazzling and eye-catching.
The thick, plush fabric on the shoulders of the dress gave Liya a unique and mature charm.
The two women have completely different temperaments, but each possesses a unique beauty.
It was particularly eye-catching throughout the entire banquet.
Many nobles turned their gazes to the two of them, all showing expressions of amazement.
Lia smiled and greeted the nobles around her in a friendly manner, like a tranquil fish swimming easily among the crowd.
Some of the nobles' gazes fell on Hennie, who was standing next to Lia, and they were stunned.
Even their brains seemed a bit sluggish, and they all started asking questions out of curiosity:
"Who is that young lady next to Miss Liya?"
"This is a bit too beautiful."
"hiss......."
The nobles blushed slightly the moment they saw Hennie.
When Heni's gaze swept over them, they even lowered their heads in a panic, not daring to meet her eyes.
But some people, their cheeks flushed, took a deep breath, tilted their heads back, and gulped down the wine in their glasses.
Adjusting his luxurious clothes and puffing out his chest, he was about to walk up and strike up a conversation with Hennie.
But when he took two steps to greet Hene, he was suddenly stopped.
A middle-aged man ran out, grabbed the man's clothes, and hissed in a low voice:
"Are you crazy, kid?"
"Father, don't stop me. I'm determined to bring a wife home today, no matter what..."
"Those are Clavner family retainers. Didn't you see them walking side by side with Miss Leah?"
At this point, the man's flushed face calmed down slightly, and he began to breathe heavily.
But his gaze remained fixed on Hennie's captivating appearance.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
