Although the arrival of Roland, the Sword of the Empire, had forced a slight change in Greg's original plan, his side still had more than enough fighting strength, so he remained relatively calm.
And just as he had expected, the Third-Layer Lord hiding at the Crown Prince's side would not show himself in such a public setting.
That also meant that, to draw him out, the original plan still had to proceed as usual.
So Greg continued to wait patiently among the crowd, biding his time.
Meanwhile, Crown Prince Finn sat on the smaller throne, utterly oblivious to the danger. His posture was relaxed, but his gaze roamed restlessly across the square.
When his eyes swept over the left side of the square, they stopped.
Seated there was Veronica, the Saintess of the Church of Light, with Sylvia standing behind her.
"Women of the Church of Light, huh..."
Finn's gaze lingered on Veronica's dignified, holy face for a moment before shifting to Sylvia's delicate features, which still held a hint of youthful innocence. Undisguised greed flashed in his eyes.
Soon, he would force his father to abdicate once and for all and become emperor of the Empire himself.
As his power grew, so did his ambition, to the point that he had even begun setting his sights on the Saintess of the Church of Light.
He thought that, after ascending the throne, bringing that lofty Saintess into his possession would be the ultimate proof of his power.
"Tch."
Veronica keenly sensed that slimy gaze.
She turned her head slightly toward Finn, then slowly opened the eyes she usually kept narrowed.
They were eyes as brilliant as stars, clear and deep, as though they held some sacred, inviolable power.
The instant her gaze met Finn's, a fierce headache struck him, as