The wide and vibrant hall was already packed with countless people. Six tables, each capable of seating around ten people, were packed with people dressed to their best, and all kinds of delicious foods were placed on top of the tables.

“Hahaha!”

Around a dozen musicians were playing the traditional hymns of the Miles region, and some men and women came to dance in the middle of the hall with excitement. Everyone seated at the tables was glancing towards a specific place, regardless of their age or gender.

A group of people was seated at a table located at the end of the hall, which also included a throne, while chatting with each other. Even Wullian, who was the high lord of Miles and a count of the empire, had to act respectfully toward the people seated around him. They were none other than Prince Ian and Duke Pendragon.

“As the rumors have it, they are truly handsome.”

“I cannot believe they achieved such great things at such a young age. It seems truly impossible.”

“I heard that all enemies within 10 yards become terrified once Duke Pendragon unleashes the Spirit of the Dragon.”

“Is that all? His swordsmanship is truly great. He cut over 30 enemy soldiers by himself in an instant.”

“And what about His Highness Ian? He personally led...