The noble lords stood still, watching intently as the eerie green flames that seemed capable of igniting half the sky and the thick fog gradually dissipated.
The skeletal horse moved with eerie green flames, leaving flaming footprints in its wake.
Although the horses' gait was chaotic, strangely, the sound of their hooves did not rise and fall, as if a procession of ghosts swept across the land.
The two carriages carrying the Grand Duke and his entourage, which were engulfed in flames, also silently disappeared into the thick fog.
August stood there, gazing at the ashes of the shimmering green sparks floating in the air, a smile on his face.
Watching the departing convoy, he turned to the surrounding nobles and asked:
"What do you think of this Princess Aurelion?"
A nobleman nearby respectfully replied:
“Your Majesty, although Princess Aurelian is young, she is calm and composed in front of so many of us, without any stage fright.”
"All I can say is that the empire's etiquette is indeed excellent."
One of the nobles nodded and took over the conversation.
"The most important thing is the other person's identity; she could have been less polite."
If the other party is just an ordinary princess, then it's fine.
However, she is a princess of the Karencia Empire...
The emperor of the empire is a warrior recognized as standing at the pinnacle of the world.
Even with the kingdom's warriors having developed for so many years, no one has ever come close to Aubrey's level.
Let alone surpassing him.
What is Auberley's class? What is their class?
Not to mention that Aurelion is also the granddaughter of the Duke of Balor.
What rank is the Grand Duke of Barlow? What rank are they?
What, not heavyweight enough?
Add another Viktor, would that be heavyweight enough?
It has the highest-level background of two major countries, and even the support of the Mage Council.
Aurelion could do whatever she wanted in any country.
However, she still maintained a diplomatic attitude towards the empire and treated people with friendliness and kindness.
Even when facing the lords of these kingdoms, they still behaved very politely.
It is both rare and valuable, and very easy for them to develop a strong liking for it.
August nodded, then turned to Laureen beside him and asked:
"Earl Laureen, you were the one who greeted the princess yesterday. What do you think of her?"
Laurie hesitated for a moment, then answered:
“Princess Aurelion is very nice. I think she must be a kind person.”
A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes when Aurelion comforted the maid.
It's quite a rare thing for a princess to comfort a maid.
That's why he believed Aurelion would definitely help him ask for that favor.
Hearing everyone's praise of the princess, August seemed very pleased.
"I see."
"It seems that this princess not only has an amazing background but also plenty of talent."
"Her character is also excellent."
Then he looked at Hilda beside him, raised an eyebrow, and looked somewhat serious.
"Hilda, you didn't do very well today."
"How can we send our distinguished guests into battle?"
Hilda knew she had made a mistake, and she lowered her head, feeling extremely ashamed.
"I apologize, Your Majesty, I couldn't help myself."
She closed her eyes, her heart twisting into a knot.
"I know, because you'll definitely say that."
"At least it lets me know that this princess is not just a pretty face."
August smiled and patted Hilda on the shoulder, then continued casually:
"Perhaps this princess is still unmarried?"
The ghost convoy had disappeared at the end of the road, a gentle breeze blowing.
His words, carried by the wind, began to echo across the entire land.
All the noble lords nodded, looking thoughtful.
Hilda remained silent, her head bowed, her expression somber.
...
The bright moon casts its silvery light upon the earth.
The emerald green will-o'-the-wisps intertwined with the moonlight, adorning the night sky with eerie, drifting stars.
In mid-air, will-o'-the-wisps burned fiercely, accompanied by thick smoke, as undead horses enveloped in flames sped through the deep forest.
The horses circled a group of carriages also ablaze with will-o'-the-wisps and charged toward the designated direction.
Strangely, despite the movement of the hooves and wheels, no sound was made.
The only sound was the distant ringing of bells under the night sky, seemingly warning passersby of the approaching ghosts.
As the convoy passed, traces of its gradual disappearance were left on the ground.
Soon, the convoy drove out of the dense forest, and before them stood a magnificent city.
The flags here bear green markings, and at the tip of the flag, there seems to be a will-o'-the-wisp burning, resembling a horse-drawn carriage.
The emblem on that flag was the coat of arms of the Barlow family.
The city was vast, like a silent city of the night, surrounded by a ghostly green atmosphere, with dark shadows occasionally peeking out from the windows.
The entire castle appeared both silent and mysterious under the moonlight, especially the will-o'-the-wisps around the towers, which made it even more eerie.
With a faint green light, the massive city gate slowly opened.
The convoy sped in under the cover of thick fog, as if entering a pitch-black tunnel.
The eerie green flames stood out starkly in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of light to the gloom, though somewhat unsettling.
At this moment, Barlow spoke up:
"We've arrived."
As his words fell, the entire city seemed to come alive, awakening the vitality deep within the earth.
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