Chapter 150
Beneath a brilliant chandelier, an even more radiant smile graced the scene. A lavish banquet unfolded within the opulent halls of the Second Prince’s Palace. The hearts of the many fortunate invitees throbbed with anticipation as they gathered in the grand hall. Princesses hailing from kingdoms, duchies, and small states across the continent had converged here, accompanied by ladies from noble lineages.
Each attendee had endured a rigorous selection process, embarking on journeys spanning hundreds to over a thousand kilometers. Their eyes gleamed with pride, having successfully secured a coveted spot among the fiercely competitive 50-person, first-come-first-served selection.
Yet, curiosity swirled within them.
“What manner of man is the Crown Prince of Magentano?”
These rumors had circulated for some time.
The Crown Prince, plagued by illness since birth and seemingly beyond hope, had garnered little attention until recently. This indifference extended to the young ladies assembled in the palace. He had been treated as though he were already deceased or nonexistent. That was the case until a startling rumor began to circulate.
“Is it true that he appeared on the battlefield and bested a swordmaster? Could those tales of his frailty be a façade? Might the Crown Prince be a humble soul who concealed his capabilities?”
“I heard he recently established a clinic in the Star Palace and tends to the infirm free of charge. He must possess great compassion.”
“Before arriving here, I found it peculiar that the banquet was hosted in the Second Prince’s Palace instead of the Star Palace. Now it becomes clear; the Crown Prince likely wished for the patients in the Star Palace to rest in comfort. How considerate he must be!”