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Chapter 589

Chapter 589: Chapter 12: Is there the introduction of CG this time too?_2 Chapter 589: Chapter 12: Is there the introduction of CG this time too?_2 He greeted her with hearty laughter, supporting Queen Sofia as she took her seat at the head of the long table.

He even patted Isabel on the shoulder, as if to encourage her.

Princess Isabel stood behind Queen Sofia, unsure whether she should sit down too.

Meanwhile, Minister Drost joined Queen Louise, chatting about trifles with exaggerated enthusiasm, making her laugh continuously.

After Queen Louise and Prince Lucien took their seats, Isabel followed closely and sat down beside Prince Lucien.

“...Once the two Highnesses are wed, our Avalon and Star Antimony will truly become one family,”

Minister Drost laughed cheerfully, waving his hand, and a chilled bottle of fine wine was brought forth.

He showcased the wine bottle to their Majesties and the Highnesses, boasting, “This is ‘Sacred Tree number one,’ specially supplied by the Pope.

...

It’s only imbibed when the Eternal Pope awakens from His Sleep.

There’s no finer wine in the whole world.”

“It took me quite some time to find this bottle of exquisite wine, perfect for celebrating the holy union of Avalon and Star Antimony—Avalon shall gain more than peace with Prince Lucien...it is the prosperity of both nations and the happiness of their people at stake.

If the Holy Nation hears of this, they will surely send an envoy to express their congratulations,”

“How generous of you, Lord Drost.”

Queen Sofia laughed merrily, “If it were me, I wouldn’t bear to part with such a fine thing.”

“Ah, what’s there to hold back for such a sacred and joyful occasion?”

Minister Drost spoke as if unconcerned, then put on a mournful face, “Of course...

if I have to admit, I’m still a bit greedy.

If Your Majesty could bless me with a cup, allowing me to taste just a sip, that would be superb.”

“Why hold anything back?”

The old Queen’s smile was gentle and kind as she looked at Minister Drost as one would a charming child, “You have been bustling about with this affair, you deserve a share.

On the day we celebrate, when toasts are exchanged, it’s only right that you have your part.”

“That would be marvelous.”

Upon hearing this, Drost’s face broke into a childlike, joyful smile.

He opened the bottle, and from it poured a ruby-like, crystal-clear, beautiful wine.

The strong fragrance immediately filled the air.

First was Queen Sofia, then Queen Louise, followed by Isabel, Louis, and lastly himself.

He held the cup with both hands, showing it to the dignitaries before emptying it in one go.

This demonstrated that the wine was safe.

“Ah, I truly deserve death for this.

I am a little greedy...I couldn’t help myself.”

Although he was supposedly testing for poison, he acted as if he had committed some fault.

Minister Drost savored the aroma of the wine, his face showing a look of intoxication, “Indeed...oh, this is the finest wine in the world...”

Grand Adjudicator Shafiya suddenly stood up.

She rapidly glanced back and forth between the two Isabels, quickly determining that the one clutching her chest and seemingly in discomfort, unable to speak, was the real Isabel.

“—Capture the assassin!”

Minister Drost, however, completely ignored her and shouted loudly.

And just then, among the knights at the banquet, many suddenly drew weapons from who knows where and ambushed their comrades beside them.

Some reacted and counterattacked, some were caught unawares and severely wounded.

A battle on the scale of the Fourth Power Level erupted instantly, the Transcendent power of the Path of Authority spreading throughout the air, and the banquet’s long table was instantly destroyed.

Shafiya was about to take action when she suddenly frowned, casting a wary look at Queen Star Antimony.

Queen Louise’s face bore an unmasked victorious smile, while the two Fifth Power Level Transcendents who accompanied her—a gaunt old man in a black robe and an old general with golden flames blazing in his eyes—also stood up from the banquet table at the same time.

—There was only a brief moment of delay.

Without hesitation and without her wand, Shafiya chose to ignore the chaos in the banquet hall.

As the only Fifth Power Level present, she briskly picked up Isabel, who was still stunned.

Without a second thought, she ran away at top speed!

A silvery-white radiance formed fleeting wings behind her, and Shafiya flew out with the princess with a whoosh.

The torrent scattered the air, and she charged straight into a wall—the storm’s silvery-grey force directly shattered the wall.

At that moment, the robed old man extended his right hand toward their retreating figures.

Terrible mana fluctuations whipped up a hurricane, causing the walls of the Hall of Silver and Tin to tremble.

Time seemed to slow at that moment, the knights engaged in battle moving several times slower, visibly becoming more and more sluggish.

However, just then, Shafiya struggled fiercely in the air, turning her body with great effort.

Carrying Isabel in one arm, she extended her free right hand in a “stop” gesture and pushed forward with her palm!

Ding—

Accompanied by a sound as crisp and melodious as striking a triangle, a white triangle symbol filled with labyrinth-like curves appeared in front of Shafiya’s palm.

It immediately blurred, dissipating into a rainbow glow with heavy trails.

The mana fluctuations that had just risen were instantly smoothed over.

The delayed time swiftly returned to normal.

Meanwhile, the two who were still hurtling backward flew out in this brief window.

Some knights, inspired by this, changed their thinking and prepared to escape.

In the banquet hall, now almost completely ruined, the other “Isabel” simply stood in place without expression, her hands crossed in front of her, watching the hole in the wall, completely motionless.

Queen Louise ignored her and was quietly issuing serious orders to the two Fifth Power Level “attendants.” Neither they took the initiative to attack others, nor did any of the knights dare to attack them.

Prince Lucien, under the protection of the two Fifth Power Level combatants, was drinking wine and eating food listlessly, like an actor who hadn’t been given a part, lacking any interest.

Minister Drost’s face, no longer showing anger, once again wore a cheery smile as he respectfully poured wine for Prince Lucien.

Elsewhere, the knights of Avalon were locked in fierce, desperate combat—some were trying to escape, others were determined to prevent them from doing so.

And the Queen, lying on the ground without breath, was of no concern to anyone.