When Mr. Ross arrived at the golden banquet, the sight of the luxurious flying devices outside and the golden palace ahead involuntarily instilled a sense of nervousness within him.
At the entrance, members of the Royal Knights stood guard on both sides, solemn and stately, like statues.
Mr. Ross, holding his invitation, stepped forward and handed it to the Maid, who took it, glanced at it, and with a smile said, "Welcome, Mr. Ross. Please, come in."
Following the Maid inside, Ross observed the elegantly poised guests casually chatting with glasses of red wine in hand. He took a deep breath, fully aware that each person present wielded immense power and influence, the kind only great nobles could command to be invited to such an event.
