Albert is quite busy.
Busy hosting allies who join his camp to jointly resist "fate".
Ellie Miller and Artor were arranged in the most luxurious guest room in the Royal Palace. It was already early morning, and Artor and Ellie Miller had no intention of resting yet.
The Duke held a Golden Cup, gazing blankly out the window.
Under the night sky, the Magic Lamps hung on the carriage looked like a long string of pearls from above.
Ellie Miller looked down at the "carriage dragon" with indescribable expression, "It's already midnight, yet so many people are rushing here."
She spoke with a somber tone, "Dear, do you ever get that feeling? You think you're here to help your brother, who is isolated by the prejudice of the world, only to find out upon arrival..."
"Your brother is practically a social butterfly."
Those sitting in the carriage weren't mere soldiers, but the leaders of various forces who managed to come over at this time.
