Surrounded by ministers, the group gradually entered the entrance of the massive stone castle.
The azure lights illuminated the once-dark corridor, but could not dispel its desolate atmosphere.
Whether viewed or felt, this colossal stone castle, seemingly sprawling on the earth, evokes a sense of majesty and solemnity.
The towering stone pillars even extend deep into the ground, forming a natural structure resembling a barrier.
Upon entering the castle gates, one is greeted by a vast, gray-mist-colored hall.
The light was dim and fragmented, and even the shadows in the corners seemed to flicker.
The faint candlelight was reflected on the three giant steel pillars suspended in mid-air. The dim orange flame seemed to barely illuminate the surrounding darkness even within the heavy iron walls.
Surrounded by nobles from the Kingdom of Kant, twelve distinguished foreign ministers, dressed in blue-green robes, entered the center of the hall.
Every nobleman of the Kingdom of Kant carried a longsword that gleamed with spiritual light at his waist. A silent sense of oppression emanated from them like a tidal wave, making all the diplomats feel immense pressure.
Swords and banners hung from the massive steel pillars, their lead-colored color lending the great city an even more solemn and austere atmosphere.
The knights and guards all remained in the city and were not allowed to come along.
In this atmosphere, even the twelve foreign ministers wore solemn expressions and remained silent.
Although this wasn't their first time here.
However, this was the first time they had ever seen the Kingdom of Kant so large and powerful.
This did not resemble a diplomatic encounter; rather, it was more like a royal ceremony to welcome distinguished guests from afar.
These nobles were almost all prominent lords in the kingdom.
Moreover, even the legendary duke has come here.
Festan Barlow.
The Grand Duke enjoys extremely high prestige and reputation throughout the Kingdom of Kant. He not only commands countless riches but also has a vast army that can cover hundreds of miles of land.
Even the territory they lived in was governed in a very orderly and peaceful manner.
There were countless talented and ambitious people under his command, and they did their best to carry out all the orders given by the Grand Duke for the territory.
Second only to the emperor, above all others.
Above the Grand Duke, there is only the royal family.
Despite this, even the royal family showed the Duke of Barlow the utmost respect.
The foreign ministers had visited the Kingdom of Kant many times and were naturally received by the king each time, but they had never met this mysterious Grand Duke.
However, the ministers knew in their hearts that they received such treatment entirely because of the people who were at the forefront of their cause.
Aurelion Sol.
As the future heir to the Karencia Empire, the Kingdom of Kant will naturally treat him with the utmost courtesy.
And there's one more thing.
This Grand Duke was also Princess Aurelion's maternal grandfather.
At this moment, Duke Barlow was walking at the forefront, leading a group of ministers towards the interior of the castle.
Aurelion and Victor traveled together.
Looking at the slightly hunched back of the old man in front of her, she suddenly realized something.
This is a renowned duke in the kingdom.
That was her maternal grandfather.
This gave Aurelion a very unreal feeling.
After all, she had never even met her own mother, so how could she have met this mother's father?
However, the same applies.
The old man in front of them was walking at a moderate pace.
He didn't turn around, nor did he say anything.
Even though his family was right behind him, he didn't even glance at Aurelion.
Sometimes Aurelion would think about it.
I wonder if her maternal grandfather also felt pain from losing his daughter.
She watched her daughter marry a foreigner, give birth to a child, and then pass away.
Will he harbor resentment towards the empire?
Aurelion didn't know.
She dared not try to fathom her grandfather's deep thoughts.
After passing through the enormous halls and walking down the deep corridors, we finally arrived at the actual palace.
Although the entire palace was very spacious, it was surrounded by lead-colored cold iron pillars that were deeply rooted in the earth.
It seems to connect with the sky, like a bridge between heaven and earth.
Several massive pillars of cold iron supported a silver platform, which pierced through the ground and surged out to both sides of the palace, coiling in the air.
The lights on the high ceiling seemed to be made of stars, gently shining on the cold iron and giving it a faint halo.
The atmosphere around them was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, as if time itself had stood still.
The ministers entered the palace and looked at the thick gray carpet under their feet. They followed the light to the end of the high platform.
The ministers entered the palace, their feet resting on a thick gray carpet that seemed like a path to nobility, leading straight to the end of the high platform.
On the high platform stands a throne made of steel, exquisitely carved, with animal patterns emerging from it as if they were about to leap out, especially the fierce bear head, baring its teeth and claws, as if to protect the dignity of the kingdom.
The throne is surrounded by numerous sharp blades, demonstrating the king's power and authority.
Seated on the throne was a handsome young man.
He was also dressed in a light-colored, thick robe and wore a crown.
Unlike the others, he wore three different swords at his waist.
Each longsword exudes a dangerous aura with just a glance.
Although he looked very young, no one else, including Aurelion, was surprised.
August Samuel.
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