In the past.
A gathering was being held in the royal palace. A party, a ball with women and men dancing on a grand hall. There was no special occasion, just a gathering of nobles looking for an excuse to drink, gossip, and enjoy themselves.
Today's excuse was the prince—Sett's—return from his first raid.
Sett became a bit gloomy at the thought.
After failing to complete his first A-rank Tomb by himself, Sett and Ismera returned to Ehyut capital city for a few days. Planning to relax and rest their mind before heading for the next raid.
That did not sound grand at all. Even though the party announcer had said the opposite, saying they had conqured the Tomb.
Grandma conquered the tomb, not me. My presence didn't matter at all, he grumbled inwardly. In fact, I probably held her back.
In all royal balls, nobles each had their own groups, the same familiar faces they always stuck with. Sett had his own group as well. It was mostly just his admirers, easy women—none real friends.
