Chapter 57: The Heroes of Enusia
The banquet hall unfolded before us, an architectural marvel only possible through the unique magical construction techniques of this world. Stained glass skylights adorned the vaulted ceiling, each pane a masterpiece of vibrant colors portraying some god or deity. Sunlight filtered through the glass, painting the floor in a mesmerizing dance of vibrant hues. Chandeliers provided a more stable light source, driving the shadows from the hall with the brilliant light of hundreds of light crystals.
More impressive than the banquet hall were the people. Hundreds of regally dressed nobles, clergy, and other influential figures were gathered about the long, ornately carved tables. Their gowns and robes shimmered with intricate embroidery, sparkling jewels, and delicate lace. The air hummed with the soft murmur of conversation, weaving together snippets of courtly gossip and weighty political discourse. Representatives from kingdoms and empires conversed amicably, their interactions revealing a delicate dance of power and diplomacy.
As I glanced around, my heart fluttered with both awe and trepidation. Before we’d made it two steps, I already felt like an interloper, intruding upon this world of opulence and power. My eyes met those of a queen adorned in resplendent regalia, and I quickly averted my gaze, scared to see her reaction.
We paused at the entrance as a steward announced our arrival. Whispers rippled through the crowd like gentle waves, interrupted only by the soft clinking of glasses and the rustling of elegant robes. Feeling the weight of countless eyes upon us, I tightened my grip on Soltair’s arm, seeking comfort and stability in his presence. He gave me a small smile and lead the way forward, waving his free hand politely. Soft murmurs and hushed whispers emerged, and my pointed ears reddened. Many began to express admiration for Soltiar’s nobility and my beauty, but the conversation slowly took a familiar turn.
"So the rumors are true. The Sun Hero plays around with a demon."
"Is that filthblood supposed to be a hero?"
"How did that demonkin get so close to him? Do you think he’d take me? I’d be much better at warming the hero’s bed."
My ears turned red at the mockery and I struggled to maintain my composure, wishing nothing more than to hide behind Soltair. Although I was used to such degradation, knowing these people represented the world’s entire power gave their thoughts an entirely different weight.
Soltair, glowing with his usual charisma, remained confident and cheerful, pulling me swiftly to the front of the room, where a raised platform set apart the guests of notable renown. The main table in the center was reserved for the Pope and royalty in attendance. Many turned to watch us as we ascended the stairs to the platform, and I looked down, unable to meet their gaze. My heart beat rapidly as they scrutinized us, but none of the various rulers and kings seemed surprised by my presence. Naturally, they would have been informed when the final hero was found.