The celebration banquet began that afternoon.
Clearly, even the hotel had not expected the negotiations to end so quickly and had not even had time to prepare the ingredients, so the food at the banquet seemed somewhat lacking in variety.
This also indirectly showed that, in certain respects, these negotiations had been kept secret from a great many people.
In short, this was certainly not something an assassination attempt could affect.
What surprised Kallen was that Sarayina was clearly on the verge of being unable to hold out and urgently needed rest, yet she still held a wineglass in her left hand, her right hand resting quite naturally on the table beside her, as she chatted with the Order High Command members attending the banquet.
Not only Order Weekly but reporters from many other Church World publications were also allowed into the banquet to take photographs. The political theater was so thick it could have condensed into dew.
At four in the afternoon, the banquet ended.
Kallen led his people in escorting Sarayina into the elevator. The moment she entered, Sarayina closed her eyes and said, "I can't stand anymore."
Kallen took a step back, and Ophelia understood, stepping forward to let Sarayina lean against her shoulder.
Although her eyes were still closed, Sarayina said, "A warrior's shoulders are still a little too hard. Little Dark Moon, you're still not womanly or gentle enough. How will you capture a man's heart like this?"
Ophelia pretended not to hear.
When the elevator arrived, Kallen and Ophelia first took Sarayina into her room.
Ophelia laid Sarayina on the bed, while Sains hurriedly said from beside them, "Gently, gently."
Kallen picked up the blanket and covered Sarayina with it. "Your Holiness, you need to get some proper rest now."
"Oh, yes," Sarayina replied