"How do you feel about what happened earlier, Cedric?"
In a modest room, Roswell sat relaxed, sipping his hot tea.
Across from him, Cedric sat with his eyes closed. Slowly, he opened them and looked at his uncle coldly.
"In my opinion, Elina was the real winner of the party," he said flatly.
Roswell chuckled softly and nodded. "You're right. Princess Elina truly stole the spotlight. It wouldn't be surprising if the heads of the noble families chose to support her once they return to their territories."
Cedric nodded in agreement. To him, the party had been a battlefield—a contest between him and his siblings.
Each of them was vying for the attention of the noble family heads, trying to sway them to their side.
To be honest, if the Singularity of Light hadn't intervened, victory might have gone to Adalen. But the unexpected incident disrupted the flow of what should've been a predictable game.
