"So the rumors were true!" The Archmages watching from the sidelines marveled inwardly, their eyes filled with barely concealed, complicated emotions.
"Lord Zenia took that beating for President Kash today. Otherwise... Lord Ange might really have beaten President Kash to death," one Archmage said in a lowered voice.
The others exchanged glances and silently nodded, agreeing with the speculation.
They did not linger any longer. What they had just witnessed was enough to leave them unsettled.
After they slowly dispersed, a team of craftsmen soon appeared outside the palace, pushing carts loaded with white crystal and repair tools as they skillfully began filling in the shattered ground.
The lingering scorch marks and bloodstains on the floor gradually disappeared, as though nothing had happened.
Ang followed behind the legendary warrior in golden armor. His expression was calm, but he suddenly asked, "May I know your name?"
"Elias Roland." The golden-armored warrior did not slow his pace, his voice as sonorous as clashing steel.
"You should know the identity of that female warrior from earlier, shouldn't you?" Ang pressed.
Elias paused slightly before replying, "Zenia will attend your celebratory ball tomorrow evening. If you have anything to ask, you can speak with her face-to-face then."
Ang merely nodded slightly upon hearing this and said no more.
Though he still had questions, Elias's manner was calm and concise. He did not seem like someone who would casually reveal anything further.
The two walked down the corridor and soon arrived, beneath the twilight sky, before a dazzling white palace.
Its towering columns and intricate carvings radiated holiness and majesty.
"This will be your residence for today and tomorrow." Elias gestured toward it.
"Mm." Ang answered indifferently.
He stepped into the palace, where a group of maids had already been waiting.
They stood in neat