The Kingdom of Serothia was an ally of the Great Velmora Empire and one of its closest.
Elina hadn't expected the king himself to attend the party.
Shortly after the King of Serothia appeared, a guard's voice rang out again.
"The King of Lorynth has entered the hall!"
Everyone quickly turned their gaze toward the entrance.
A man in his early thirties stepped inside. He was exceptionally handsome, with short, pale silver hair and a crown atop his head.
He wore a pristine white robe made of the finest material.
In his hand, he carried a sword sheathed in a silver scabbard.
Unlike the King of Serothia, he had brought few guards—only one beside him, clad in white armor.
Even more unusual, his guard was a brown-haired woman with her hair tied back in a ponytail.
Her expression was cold and indifferent, her gaze as sharp as a blade.
"Is that King Maldrin? He hasn't aged a bit," someone whispered.
