Someone glared at Murphy. He was German.
He stood up and shoved his wineglass over. "And if I don't drink?"
As he spoke, he drew a wand from his left sleeve and held it in his hand.
It seemed Murphy was not the only one who knew to prepare an extra wand.
"Guest, I would still advise you to consider carefully," Grand Duke Ivan said.
"No need. I won't be threatened by you people!"
Ivan took a sip of the wine in his hand and set it on the table. "Sophie, I'll leave this to you."
With that, the grand duke withdrew and left, and his son Ras left with him.
The man in military uniform stepped onto the platform. "The grand duke did not make himself clear, so I'll say it again. Drink this glass of wine, then take your things and get out. Otherwise... die here."
"You dare lay a hand on us? Do you know who I am—"
The German was about to say more when the air beside him suddenly twisted for an instant. At some point, a knight in armor, holding a greatsword, had appeared behind him. The greatsword rose, then fell.
With a crack, a perfectly good head rolled to the ground.
"Wh-who?!" The envoys panicked, but the armored knight had already vanished again.
Even Murphy froze.
What kind of magic was that?
Could that knight just now also have been some "Ancestral Spirit"?
Sophie spoke again. "Leave, or die?"
"I'll drink, I'll drink..." Someone instantly lost his nerve, picked up his glass, and drained it in one gulp. "Let me go."
Sophie actually did not make things difficult for him. There was even an attendant who brought him a package and escorted him away.
Just then, one envoy's figure flickered, only for him