Unlike the other nobles who were dressed in fancy clothing, Duke Pendragon looked rather modest in a simple, blue robe. 

The only ornament he had was a thin stripe of gold that hung obliquely on his top. But his unique spirit and dignity were revealed in his sinking blue eyes and calm steps. His very presence was more than enough to invite the admiration of all the nobles.

In particular, the women’s gazes were concentrated, regardless of their age.

There were many strong knights. But most of the reputable and strong knights were big and burly. 

But the young man that received their gaze had won all the battles he had engaged in thus far, even though he had such a fine appearance. He was the perfect knight of every woman's dreams.

Like Prince Charming on the back of a white stallion, he was Duke Pendragon. 

However, the women’s gazes turned rather depressing as soon as they saw the figures that followed Duke Pendragon. A lady wearing an antique, elegant white dress with a jewel-encrusted silver crown – she was reminiscent of a descended goddess or a fairy.

“Haa... It’s as if I am seeing the young Princess Elena once again…”

At the words of an elderly lady, the older ladies near her all nodded in agreement while gazing at Irene with hazy eyes.

“Then the lady next to her…”

The women’s...