Mindis Hall was still filled with a steady but restrained hubbub (perhaps excluding the rude voices of the Northern Land and Dwarf guests), and with so many distinguished guests arriving, the area around the banquet hall had also become the most familiar social venue of the Royal Capital's upper class.
As for the host of the banquet, Tales continued dutifully carrying out his responsibilities.
"So, Duke, it is indeed a pity that we missed each other, but who knows whether this wasn't Luori's arrangement?"
Vice Bishop Stilianiades politely nodded toward Duke of Star Lake. He was sincere, modest, and considerate, making a favorable impression at first sight.
"...It gave me the chance to reflect on myself: Was I concerned about this because of the vanity and status represented by that position, or because of the determination and conviction to spread the faith... Of course, the result of my reflection left me ashamed..."
Tales chatted amicably with this promising young cleric from the Sunset Church, exchanging polite pleasantries with a fresh, sincere smile and nodding in agreement from time to time.
"It proved that I was still far from possessing the qualities praised by God. I truly am unworthy of discussing God's teachings with you..."
Not far away, Doyle narrowed his eyes and rubbed his chin as he carefully studied Tales, who was chatting cordially with a guest.
"Hey, I recognize that expression."
At this, Gollor turned his head and glanced at Doyle. You recognize it again?
"His Highness is smiling," Gollor said coldly.
But D.D shook his head and clicked his tongue.
"No, no, believe me. That boy must be churning inside right now, wishing he could cry to the heavens and pound the earth..."
Gollor turned his head forward and pretended not to hear.
Doyle was left shaking his