That evening, Mia was dragged out of the fourth floor by Ron, her face brimming with excitement.
"Let's eat first. We can come back and keep going after dinner."
"Ah! I'm only a few rounds away from the end!"
"A few rounds? More like thirty or forty rounds at least!"
Ron rolled his eyes. "You left Irene alone on the second floor and came upstairs by yourself, and now you've even forgotten to eat."
Mia puffed out her cheeks in displeasure as Ron pulled her downstairs. "Oh, how could Irene possibly be alone? The moment I left, someone definitely would've gone up to strike up a conversation with her."
"There, look."
When they reached the second floor, Ron followed Mia's pointing finger toward the booth he had left only minutes ago. Two young nobles were already seated there politely, exchanging pleasantries with Irene.
"Ron, do you regret it? You originally had a chance to win Irene over, you know~" Mia teasingly poked Ron in the waist.
"You talk too much." Ron ruffled his sister's hair a few times. "Come on, let's go have hot pot."
"Hot pot!? No way!" Mia let out a miserable shriek. "I ate so much hot pot in the Northern Frontier I'm about to throw up! Can we eat at the Flower Shop today instead? The Imperial Capital Flower Shop has a kitchen on the fourth floor too, right?"
"Sure. Nora can cook for you."
After calling Irene and Nora over, the four of them went downstairs and left the Magic Battle Hall. Just as they were about to board their carriage, a squad of palace guards hurried over from the distance.
The guards stopped before the four of them. One dismounted and jogged over to Ron. After bowing respectfully, he said:
"Prince Ron, His Majesty