In the plaza before House Poztut, packed with a sea of people, the appearance of one important figure after another prompted their guards, knights, and attendants to spread out as well, carving out isolated areas and claiming corners of the plaza.
As more people like that gathered, those without sufficient status or strength were naturally pushed aside. They could only cluster around the outskirts of the plaza, watching the influential figures within with resentment they dared not voice.
But to the truly important figures, such people were not worth noticing at all.
They only watched those on their own level, or those qualified to stand alongside them, their expressions carrying a trace of vigilance.
They knew perfectly well why the others had come.
Therefore, they were undoubtedly all competitors.
Of course, even while remaining wary inside, they still had to maintain appearances.
Misgi was the first to break the silence.
"I didn't expect everyone to show up. It's quite lively."
His Majesty the King of Lalabay, the great magic nation, did not put on the slightest airs. Like an ordinary middle-aged man one might find anywhere, he laughed heartily as he greeted everyone present.
Yet no one there dared underestimate this forthright king.
Not only was he highly capable, but he was also a Level Eighty-Eight mage who wielded a rare and unusual form of magic. Even Legendary-tier experts did not dare take him lightly.
Not to mention that beside him stood a taciturn mage who looked highly intelligent, calm, and powerfully built.
He was Lalabay's strongest warrior, the commander of the Mage Corps that Lalabay took such pride in, a Level Ninety-Seven Legendary-tier Archmage—Meldo Bishiush.
Everyone watched the two pillars of Lalabay in silence.
Only a handful of people dared speak before them.
"His Majesty Misgi arrived at just