Chapter 19
As Grand Duke Maximilian's resounding speech came to a close with the commanding proclamation, "Let the true party commence," the atmosphere of the grand celebration hall shifted instantly from tension to indulgence.
From both sides of the hall, double doors swung open in perfect symmetry. Maids dressed in deep obsidian uniforms adorned with silver linings moved forward in practiced harmony, each of their steps choreographed to near perfection. Silver trays floated just slightly above their palms, kept aloft by subtle currents of mana-infused wind spells.
The aroma arrived before the food even reached the long, ornate banquet tables.
Succulent meats glistened under the ambient chandelier light—roasted slices of mana beast venison from the Velebrandt hunting preserves, delicately glazed in a golden reduction made from sun-nectar berries, their juices still simmering. Beside them lay racks of ember-boar ribs, their flesh slow-cooked with fire runes that had been sealed into the cauldron itself, ensuring an even, magically enhanced flavor. A river fish from the enchanted Lake Melanthis was served raw, sliced thin, and glimmering with a faint iridescence—its meat said to enhance perception for mages who hadn't yet solidified their core.
Vegetables from floating gardens outside the empire's skylands added rich color to the scene—crimson-stemmed spinach, moonlight-touched squash, and fragrant ethereal leeks. Spices and herbs imported from the elven realms lingered in the air like invisible tendrils, teasing the palates of even the most stoic nobles.
The nobles—many of them awakeners—remained composed yet visibly tempted. A few swallowed discreetly, others adjusted the napkins on their lap as if the motion could distract their nose from the intoxicating scent. On a separate table farther to the edge of the hall, a spread of non-magical but finely crafted dishes awaited the unawakened noble children. Though less intense, even these dishes were prepared by master chefs, ensuring no one felt left behind at such a grand gathering.
With a subtle nod from the head steward, the feast began.
Crystal glasses chimed softly as high-grade wine—fermented from grapes touched by moonlight and aged in oak barrels blessed by the Church of Elyssira—was poured into goblets. Some nobles remained standing to offer cheers, while others began to dine with meticulous etiquette, delicately slicing, tasting, and savoring each bite.
A warm hum of voices gradually filled the space. Conversations blossomed: noblemen trading harmless barbs and flattering words, noble ladies complimenting dresses enchanted to shimmer subtly in candlelight. It was a theater of grace, masks, and veiled intentions.