A Contest of Magic

Bagaman made little effort to hide his feelings for Yuri.

Though he had never openly declared his love, anyone could tell from the way he treated Yuri exactly what he wanted.

Thus, within the kingdom's noble circles, this was hardly a secret. Anyone who paid attention to such matters would have noticed it.

If Yuri had not remained unresponsive all this time, Bagaman might already have formally proposed to her in public.

Under such circumstances, most of the people at the banquet were now watching Riezel with the attitude of spectators enjoying a show.

After all, everyone in the field knew that Riezel Brihaut and Yuri Franzer had an excellent relationship—so close that they came and went together and lived under the same roof.

In other words, in many people's eyes, Riezel and Yuri were already a publicly acknowledged couple.

That made things rather interesting, didn't it?

"Those two aren't going to fight, are they?"

"Probably not..."

"Even Marquis Murajit can't possibly think he can stand against three Sword Saints, can he?"

"Not necessarily. Marquis Murajit is quite close to the Meteor Sword Saint. Looking at things now, perhaps Lord Patras will side with Marquis Murajit?"

"Then this really will be worth watching."

Quite a few people began whispering among themselves, discussing the matter in hushed voices.

Even renowned figures such as Raven and Master Nibod turned their attention toward Riezel, their gazes falling upon him.

Yet Riezel stood there as though he had noticed nothing, calm-faced. He even had the leisure to pick up a glass of wine from a nearby table and drink it unhurriedly.

Right before his eyes, Bagaman continued talking to Yuri.

"I heard the recent unrest had quite an impact on your family, Lady Yuri. Are you all right?"

Bagaman asked with a concerned expression.