The Saintess listened to all of them with a small, gentle smile, nodding politely at each recommendation.
Her luminous silver eyes seemed to hold a kind, understanding light as she acknowledged their words.
The nobles' faces lit up with hope every time she nodded, thinking they had a chance.
But then, her gaze suddenly moved across the room.
Her eyes caught Gray, who was sitting calmly between Aurora and the Northern Duchess, surrounded by all these big shots.
The Saintess's expression remained gentle, but there was a clear spark of curiosity in her silver eyes as she looked at the young man who was quietly observing the projection screens.
The nobles noticed her gaze and thought the same thing.
'She's interested in that boy…'
'Who is he to be sitting with the Emperor and the Saintess herself?'
'He must be someone special if the headmistresses brought him here.'
The Saintess tilted her head slightly, her voice soft and refined as she asked curiously.
"Who is he?"
