Garius let out a soft chuckle, leaning back with an air of leisure.
"Ah… I have been talking too long, haven't I?" he said smoothly.His smile remained calm, but his eyes gleamed with quiet amusement.
Alf stepped forward, every movement precise and polished. In his hands he carried a finely sealed bottle of deep crimson wine with Armand Emblem on the bottle.
Along with it, he presented a single exquisite glass—crafted from gold, its stem inlaid with diamonds that caught the sun with each subtle turn.
Garius accepted it with ease, holding the glass. "Perhaps, before the council begins, allow me to offer you a taste of the most expensive wine my land produces."
Alf poured with deliberate grace, the dark liquid swirling smoothly into the golden diamond glass. Garius lifted it, studying the color for a moment before taking a slow, unhurried sip.
