At dawn, Eloria City, the Royal Capital, awoke from its slumber.
Benjamin changed into a plain set of mercenary clothes and left the estate alone.
Sunlight pierced the thin mist, scattering golden flecks across the tightly packed houses. Children's laughter, vendors' cries, and the clatter of hooves intertwined into a vibrant symphony of life.
Looking at the bustling scene before him, Benjamin could not help but sigh. "Sigh... at last, I don't have to keep sitting over there like an idiot..."
Benjamin had not had a pleasant time these past few days. Under the deliberate guidance of the three delegation leaders, nearly every day's negotiations ended in an argument.
If luck was particularly bad, it would even escalate into a group brawl.
Those dwarves looked drunk during negotiations, but the moment fighting was mentioned, every one of them perked up. They were even more fanatical than the Orcs.
Even sitting in the observers' gallery, Benjamin had been dragged into it several times. At first, mindful of his image, he had not fought much. Later, unable to endure it any longer, he greeted whoever came at him with his fists until they were black and blue.
To his surprise, it had actually worked rather well.
Toward the end, even King Ottorek III could no longer bear to watch. He felt that if Benjamin kept beating people up, there would not be a single person left in the entire delegation capable of appearing as a representative. So, in a great hurry, he stopped Benjamin from attending as an observer.
That also let Benjamin breathe a sigh of relief.
Thus, only today did Benjamin finally have the time to properly stroll around the Royal Capital.
As he walked through the streets, Benjamin could not help pondering the three leaders of the foreign delegations.