Although the two steppe guests came from noble backgrounds, their movements were swift, fierce, and utterly ruthless. Their throws and grapples were practiced and deadly, clearly honed through real combat.
For one thing, the martial style of the Kiseri Steppe differed completely from that of the Western Continent. For another, the guards and servants present did not dare use excessive force. Thus, after several attempts, they still could not subdue the two men, who had worked themselves into a genuine fury. Instead, several well-meaning guests who had tried to intervene were dragged into the mess and injured.
"They look familiar. They remind me of the royal banquet."
Watching the chaos in one corner of the banquet hall, Tales said warily, "Is this it? If someone dies, the Kingdom Secret Bureau could use it..."
"I don't think so." Jann, who had been closely watching the situation, shook his head. "The steppe people know this is a personal grudge. A conflict between foreign guests won't implicate the Cavendish Family. Besides, the Emerald Celebration gathers guests from all over, and disputes like this after too much drinking happen every year. It's nothing unusual. Even if something serious really happened..."
Jann paused and glanced at Tales.
"Emerald City has its own laws. They are fair, strict, and trusted—everyone along the sea routes and trade roads knows that. As long as it's handled properly, no one will blame us."
Hearing this, Tales recalled his own experience and sighed.
"That makes sense. If the Royal Capital had a Magistrate like Brennan, Anke Bayral wouldn't have been driven to kidnap and threaten me at my banquet because he had nowhere else to turn."
And you wouldn't have sent him that sword to come cause trouble for me, either.
Tales held back the complaint.
"I know you're cursing