The meeting between Sylas and the Crown Prince remained buried in darkness. It was only natural—nothing good would come from revealing such an incident.
The current Crown Prince and the Empire's most renowned young hero secretly holding a private conversation?
"That would be enough to give the Emperor a fit."
While the Crown Prince would face backlash, Sylas would also become the target of considerable suspicion. It was far better to keep their mouths shut and avoid any unnecessary trouble.
Finally, the day of the long-awaited celebratory banquet arrived.
"…This feels a bit excessive," Sylas muttered as he looked at himself in the mirror.
It was no surprise that noble attire was extravagant, but this particular ensemble seemed especially over the top.
"If I wear this in broad daylight, I'll sparkle like a madman."