"The representative of the Kingdom of Serothia, Prime Minister Martis, has arrived to offer His Majesty birthday greetings!"
As those words echoed through the hall, everyone was instantly startled.
Heads turned toward the entrance, where a man stepped in with calm, measured strides.
He was tall, with shoulder-length brown hair. His face was stern, yet a thin, captivating smile curved at the corners of his lips.
Dressed in a golden-brown robe that draped elegantly over his frame, he looked both refined and striking.
At his sides stood a man and a woman clad in white armor—both exuding strength and clearly serving as his personal guards.
Prime Minister Martis? I didn't expect him to be the one representing the King of Serothia at this party, Orlan murmured, admiration flickering in his eyes.
The Kingdom of Serothia was a large nation located in the eastern part of the continent, sharing a border with the Eastern Empire of Izanagi.
