The Banquet - 4

Princess Pria scoffed as she watched the nobles frantically scurrying in the distance.

The Banquet Hall was, from its very inception, a place where problems were resolved through the sacrifice of others. Yet, those who used it didn't consider the sacrifices of the Soldiers or Knights at all. It was only natural that they would end up like this, having crawled in, thinking only of their own 'gain'.

*How tiring.*

Greed itself wasn't a bad emotion. But facing the excessive greed made her feel as if all her energy was being drained. Just as she was thinking she'd rather escape this place and disappear far away, a Holy Knight, brilliantly continuing the battle ahead, caught her eye.

*...A Holy Knight? No, not a Holy Knight.*

Though he concealed himself with brilliant divine power, with eyes that could see 'essence', she realized the person before her wasn't a Holy Knight, but Damian of the Karsaril Family.

*Damian? Why is Damian here?*

They hadn't interacted much. But she'd seen him a few times in the past, and his recent, somewhat unusual actions made him memorable. Her interest piqued, she watched him intently.

*Divine power, huh? I wonder why Damian can use divine power.*

And considering he was wearing some kind of disguise or transformation, he seemed to be here incognito... She stared at him, unable to fathom the reason...