“T-Talk…talk about what…?”

“Of course, about the crimes you’ve committed.” Zich marched towards the knights and soldiers until he stood right in front of their spears. The knights and soldiers fumbled around without knowing what to do.

“Your Highness, could you get them to put these down first?” Zich asked the Crown Prince, and the Crown Prince nodded.

“Put them down.”

The soldiers put their metal spears down, and the knights and soldiers backed away a couple of steps. However, they didn’t let their guard down and were prepared to swing their weapons at any moment.

‘How effective.’ Zich stole a glance at Lubella.

Zich had expected her to come. As someone who was guaranteed to be the next Saint, Lubella needed to meet high-ranking officials from many countries. Plus, there was no better place to accomplish that responsibility than at the Cronon King’s 50th birthday celebration.

Albus came up closer to Zich and asked, “…Who are you?” 

“Ah, now that you mention it, I forgot to properly introduce myself. This is who I am.” Zich took out a brooch and hung it on his chest. There was no one in the room who didn’t know what that brooch symbolized.

Someone murmured,...