Soon, dish after dish was brought up from the kitchen.
However, facing the delicacies on the table, Lady Shelly seemed preoccupied, eating only a few small bites before putting down her knife.
Matt was also just eating silently, not even touching the sweet medicinal wine that the maid had brought.
Of all three, Miss Yimer was the most carefree. Having grown up in the Royal Capital since she was young and being well protected, especially since Duren was the Imperial Forest Guard Captain most trusted by Edward II, hardly anyone would trouble her on normal days.
Thus, her thoughts remained very pure.
Having been starved in recent days, Miss Yimer's eyes lit up at the sight of the roast chicken, and she began to eat ravenously as soon as the feast started, drawing glances from the guests in the great hall.
A man wearing a strange mask was staring at her all the while.
