Wiggins

Over the past few days, Elreya had been staying in Dole's Wizard Tower. The matter had stirred up an uproar among the nobles, and many families were deeply dissatisfied with the imperial clan.

This included the Alexander Family, the Edward Family, the Kangdi Family, and others—even several major figures had voiced their objections.

In the end, it was only after Shallow Moon Patriarch spoke that the matter finally came to an end.

Shallow Moon Patriarch's exact words were simple: anyone below level seven who could enter Babel Tower and snatch Elreya out would have their bride price paid by the Empire.

Everyone was left speechless.

Elreya had been put forward by the Empire as a candidate for a political marriage. Given the royal family's qualifications, the outstanding young men of nearly every family had been preparing to pull out all the stops in pursuit of this princess. Yet the moment Elreya appeared, she moved into Babel Tower. Even ghosts knew what that meant.

The nobles did not care how many hands a princess had passed through; they only cared about her status and her bloodline. But there was a problem: nobody even had a chance. They could not so much as meet her. Those young talents from the Alexander Family were prime examples—they had been suppressed outright without even seeing her face, and even when a level seven went, he gained no advantage.

A level seven and a level-seven Wizard Tower—in an era when level eights did not emerge, Dole alone had overshadowed an entire generation.

At the palace gates, Daphne looked left and right. Why had Dole not come yet? Had he already done that with her younger sister and fallen into a bed of tenderness, with no intention of coming out?

Damn it.

Only after waiting for