The autumn wind swept up yellow leaves, bringing the joy of harvest. The Continental War, which had lasted more than a year, was over. Now was the time to reap the fruits of victory.
The once unattainably exclusive Vienna Grand Hotel was now packed to the brim. The surge in guests gave Drost, the lobby manager, a terrible headache.
Working at the most luxurious hotel in the world and dealing with prominent figures from every walk of life every day, Drost had seen his share of storms and waves.
It was not as though the Vienna Grand Hotel had never been fully booked before. Whenever some major event or celebration was held, the hotel would fill up.
Still, the hotel had its own rules. Whoever booked first got it, and no one dared cause trouble here.
This time was different. Ever since word spread that Vienna would host a peace conference, the reservation lines had been ringing off the hook.
According to incomplete statistics, those already confirmed to be staying included seven kings, over a hundred great nobles, and dozens of political dignitaries from various countries.
There was no doubt that no one attended the peace conference alone. These important figures all came with delegations. Naturally, they chose the Vienna Grand Hotel for the sake of face.
The Vienna Grand Hotel's room rates might seem impossibly steep, but that was only for ordinary nouveau riche. When important figures stayed here, naturally, the price was different.
This was mutually beneficial. Astronomical room fees and premium service underscored everyone's noble status. So long as they did not tell anyone themselves, no one would know they had received a discount; meanwhile, the presence of great nobles elevated the hotel's standing.
When top-tier nobles such as kings and archdukes stayed, it was always free.