Chapter 74: Banquet (1)
After he was done, it was time to enter the banquet hall. Of course, Arren couldn’t appear to be coming inside the palace, as that would be too conspicuous.
However, he didn’t have to be secretive either, as he didn’t have to exit a car just to make it seem he was truly coming from outside the palace either. It was only enough that he was still outside and exploring the palace before going inside. In the first place, the palace had too many nobles, and no one would watch each of them unless someone really wanted to observe him.
Arren walked through the majestic hallway of the palace; his blue hair was particularly eye-catching, and his appearance even more so. He was alone, however, and no one would think that he was pitiful for it at all.
While alone and silently walking through the hallway, Arren was in his own world, as if he wasn’t bothered by the various eyes gazing at him. Like how Rave predicted, or more like, as expected. As soon as Arren came and stood in the crowd, he was easily the center of attention.
The whispers and captivated eyes chased his figure until he entered the banquet hall. Some are surprised as they see him; some don’t know him, but gradually everyone in the hall recognized who he was. The omega son of Duke Evan, Arren Katz, the blue moon.
Over the years, he earned his famous nickname because he rarely went to official banquets. He even turned down invitations from nobles. And just like the blue moon, his appearance was truly one of spectacle, especially among the alphas.
Arren could sense some gazes lingering on him, and he was accustomed to it, so it didn’t bother him that much. His attention was completely fixed on the hall and even on the podium at the front, in the center, where the high chairs were located for Spade to sit on. There was another seat beside his on the right side, slightly lower than his, where the Mother Empress Liviera would sit.
In fact, this was his first real look at this banquet hall, which was where most royal banquets took place. For years, he avoided this place, and he was always tense whenever he was there for much longer than ten minutes. Arren never enjoyed any of the royal banquets he attended before, so he didn’t have a very good memory of them except for almost pissing his pants every time.
There were a few minutes before the banquet officially started; it usually started when the Emperor entered the hall. In any case, there were some ceremonial things that they had to do at the start, and that was all so boring that Arren didn’t concern himself with it.