Chapter 252
“Sir Zion, are you certain that Crown Prince Gueuze will attend?”
“Yes, probably…”
Zion trailed off. When Isella looked up at him expectantly, he took a step back, then closer again, continuing,
“His Highness usually attends as he pleases. While other sources have indicated that he will attend….”
Raymond had been confident, but Zion, who attended such banquets more frequently, couldn’t understand what Raymond was so sure about.
Though it was called a banquet, it wasn’t an important day, nor was it during a festival. Not many nobles had attended—only a few young nobles who enjoyed indulgence were here and there, flirting with women.
Would Crown Prince Gueuze attend? Zion wasn’t sure. The decorations weren’t particularly extravagant, nor were there more high-ranking nobles than usual. Of course, since Gueuze acted on a whim, there was still a chance he might attend.
‘But today… seems unusually tame.’
Zion noticed the odd sense of unease he felt. Crown Prince Gueuze, despite being royalty, enjoyed turning banquet halls into depraved spaces.
He liked to see people crawling on the splendid marble floors with wine spilled all over, preferred prostitutes and gigolos standing in place of attendants, and enjoyed watching those who went bankrupt from gambling lose their dignity, then blackmailing them after standing as their guarantor.
But today felt different.