All sorts of carriages were lined up as far as he could see. A giant courtyard lay in the distance and guests were constantly getting off at the entrance and being invited in.

Old Fox and Black Astral had solemn expressions. They sat at the front of the carriage, one on the left and one on the right. Their auras were restrained as they quietly waited in line.

Many surrounding eyes gathered on them. Although the two old demons were unfamiliar, the way they held themselves and the carriage they sat on made it so that no one underestimated them.

They finally made it to the entrance.

The one in charge of receiving guests into Bluetile Courtyard was an old fox clansman. He had a face full of wrinkles and his smile was warm and temperate.

When he saw Old Fox, his eyes brightened and his smile widened with much more sincerity. “May I ask which guest this is? If there was any neglect, I ask that you please not be offended.”

Those that had the qualifications to be invited to Bluetile Courtyard at such a tense time weren’t nobodies.

Disregarding whether they were able to interfere with the inheritance of the throne, those here at least had the qualifications to speak out. So of course...