After concluding her negotiations with Marquis Mist, five minutes later, in Seville, capital of the Kingdom of Velys, the royal father and daughter met for one of the last times in their lives.
"Father, Marquis Mist has invited you to join him for afternoon tea in the side hall. He would also like to discuss the army's next deployment and the finer details of the city's defense."
Feeling the imposing gaze cast down from the throne, Iris knelt on one knee and lightly placed her right hand over the left side of her chest, speaking in a low voice.
"Besides Marquis Mist, Mr. Winston of House Thorsen will also be attending. His wife, Lady Martesis, will be there as well."
Even during the most glorious and prosperous era of the Velys royal family, they could not afford to show the slightest neglect toward a kingdom noble as influential as House Thorsen, much less now, when the edifice was on the verge of collapse and everyone within the royal family feared for themselves.
