National Council Hall.
After nearly a century had passed.
With vast numbers of Arcanists pouring in, the royal family of the Kingdom of Netheril still stood at the pinnacle of power and had not been driven from office.
However, as powerful individuals surged in one after another, their power had inevitably been divided.
All manner of official posts and noble titles were continuously handed out...
And under such circumstances, the National Council Hall had come into being.
Here.
There were Councilors in varying numbers. Without exception, they were all powerful and high-ranking senior Arcanists, and their thoughts and decisions could, to a certain extent, influence the king's commands.
Thus.
This was where power converged!
And the stage of the ambitious!
Yet at present, there was little atmosphere of scheming and deception here. It was steeped in excitement and celebration.
Professional musicians and dancers continuously displayed their skills.
A great many nobles and dignitaries raised their cups together in the hall below the stage, celebrating.
The occasion was to celebrate Kang Jienio Ioun's successful advancement.
As the protagonist of the moment, he had just raised the cup in his hand.
Before he could drink the wine within.
All of a sudden.
In a corner of the room.
He saw a figure reclining comfortably in a chair, looking utterly at ease.
That person's striking hair color made him pause, while also bringing back memories from many years ago.
Just as he was about to lower his wine cup and ask the people around him about that person's identity, another Arcanist familiar with him grabbed his hand and pulled him to another spot, introducing him to some guests who had come from afar, giving him no chance to ask.
Kang Jienio Ioun felt somewhat troubled, but it was not easy to slight the