After parting ways with Boston, Jovian checked into a nearby hotel to await the good news.

Boston wasted no time. After changing into a fresh set of clothes, he headed to the castle to deliver a letter of introduction. But when he arrived, he was stunned by what he saw.

The gates of the West Lucozian monarchy had already gathered quite a few people, and among them were several figures he immediately recognized. These included Huxley Thatcher, the Commander of the Militia; Warrick Prescott, the Major General of the State Guard; and Percival Wentworth, the Chancellor of the National Academy.

These three were first-ranking officials. In West Lucozia, they were nothing short of kingmakers who wielded immense power and influence.

Warrick, in particular, was two ranks above Boston. Hence, he felt the need to be cautious in his presence and was eager not to make a bad impression.

Alongside these three prominent figures, several second- and third-ranking officials also stood in line at the entrance.

say that any one

today some important day or something? Why else would so many big

chill run down his spine as unease gripped him.

his position as a third-ranking official made him someone of significant standing. But compared to the elites, he was just a minor player at

showed up to stay on their radar, played the game, and made sure they

through the narrow gaps in the door, but the guards didn’t

the prince today? We’ve been standing out here forever. Does he really plan on keeping us all waiting?”

I’m not as young as I used to be. Standing out here under this blazing sun is giving me

got important business at home today and isn’t taking visitors. You

aren’t you leaving,

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