Banquet Before the Storm
"What should we do if Victor interferes directly in royal matters?"
Lucien smiled faintly.
But there was no warmth inside it.
"Pray he chooses a side slowly."
The lantern flames flickered violently for a brief moment.
"And pray even harder that side isn't against us."
After Lucien spoke, the room fell into silence.
The wind outside brushed softly against the half-open window, carrying with it the distant sounds of Fantom City's nightlife. Somewhere below, drunken adventurers laughed loudly while carriage wheels rolled across stone roads slick with evening rain. Yet inside the inn chamber, none of those sounds could ease the heavy atmosphere pressing against everyone present.
Lucien remained standing near the window.
His sharp eyes stared outside, but his thoughts were elsewhere entirely.
Videl…
The more he thought about the blonde hero candidate, the stranger her existence felt.
A faint frown appeared on his face.
