The witch thought I am a Demon God

But now, the nobles had no interest in the banquet’s food or beautiful women.

Because just now, Ivita, dressed in incredibly plain attire, walked into this banquet alone. If he wore this outfit on the battlefield, no one would have said anything, but at this grandeur ball, it was considered rather disrespectful.

However, at present, none of the nobles at the ball felt that Ivita had offended them.

For no other reason than that Ivita was about to become their Lord.

Moreover, he had forcibly conquered them by force, demolished their castles which they relied on for independence using his military, and destroyed their negotiating power with decisive measures. Now, these nobles heartily awaiting their fate are like prisoners, dressed in seemingly glamorous attire, but in reality, they were awaiting Ivita’s judgement towards them.

The rebellious nobles had lost any qualifications they may have had to negotiate with Ivita.

Ivita sat in the main seat, which appeared to be a throne. Yet, upon careful examination, it was found that it didn’t exceed the limits of propriety. It was nothing but an overly ornate chair with an exceptionally long back.

Guman Oting swept his eyes over the silent, even fearful, crowd, triumphantly.

Compared to these nobles, Guman Oting, who preemptively aligned his alliances, certainly had the qualifications and confidence to make a statement.