The grand banquet hall stretched long and wide, bathed in the glow of dozens of crystal chandeliers, yet the mood at the table remained freezing.
Royal family members of OrionHeart sat in stiff, embroidered silks alongside the regional elders who had trailed in from the throne room. At the head of the table sat Virgil, his face an unreadable mask as he maintained a quiet composure.
To his right, Rudy was already half-buried in a mountain of roasted meat, tearing a piece of meat away with his teeth without utilizing a single utensil.
"You know, for a kingdom currently drowning in a multi-front war, you people certainly don't skimp on the grocery budget," Rudy said around a mouthful of seasoned meat.
