Therefore, Prince Ortis did not directly answer his daughter's doubts.
At the evening banquet, she would meet that Chosen One.
Facing Tami's curious gaze, Prince Ortis suddenly changed the subject.
He brought up a somewhat sensitive topic.
"Tami, do you think Sarranid can maintain the status quo it has upheld for thousands of years?"
Many major events had occurred over the past few months.
The Sandfolk uprising in the south had yet to be quelled.
Rumors were spreading throughout the country.
And the Golden Unfallen Imperial City and the Sultan belonged to the same royal bloodline, leaving them deeply wary of Saland North.
The abnormal lunar phase from several days ago had still not returned to normal.
The expression of Hubert, the God-granted Archbishop stationed at the Central Temple in Desolate North Imperial City, grew uglier by the day.
The silver color twisted by Crescent doctrine into a symbol of evil was gradually encroaching upon the moon's disk.
Over the past few nights, the silver light had not retreated in the slightest. Instead, it had gradually gained the upper hand.
A faith that had seemed steadfast for thousands of years became exceptionally fragile after losing the illumination of divine will.
And then there was that Chosen One—the variable who had assassinated Prince Ayub and seized Dusk Sand Great City...
All these signs foretold an unprecedented upheaval of change that was about to arrive.
Strictly speaking, the situation within the Sarranid Sultanate was not optimistic.
Of course, it was still far better off than Nord, ruled by Queen Green King, and Avalon, where several grand dukes had openly turned on one another in their struggle for the throne.
Not to mention the Vijaya legitimate line, caught between the Golden Fox Family and the Northern Frontier's eternal night.
By comparison, although conflicts