Chapter 273

If nothing else happened, the banquet would conclude just like this, with the same scenes repeating tomorrow and the day after.

But Sylas had already sown the seeds outside the banquet. Now, it was time to watch them sprout.

"Are you Sylas Corleone of the Corleone family?"

The deep, resonant voice froze the hall. Heads turned sharply, their gazes filled with curiosity and disbelief at who would dare.

Sylas set down his glass, meeting the gaze of the man who had addressed him.

"I am. And you are?"

"Karon Aidern," the knight introduced himself, his sharp eyes narrowing.

"Of the Royal Guard."

"What? All the Royal Guard trainees lost to a single person?"

What Sylas had done had sent shockwaves through the Royal Guard. While the trainees were considered inexperienced, only those with exceptional potential could even qualify for training.