The banquet was attended by many nobles.
Of course, the star of the event was Ghislain. This wasnât just any banquetâit was a victory celebration.
Though Ghislain disliked mingling with nobles, he attended out of courtesy. While he wouldnât stay for the multiple days of festivities, he intended to make an appearance for at least one evening.
âBrother! You always acted so cocky about your fighting skills, and it turns out you really are good at it!â
Mariel greeted Ghislain warmly, her face glowing with delight. She wasnât the only one. Other nobles rushed to heap praise upon him.
âWe knew the Northern Armyâs commander would succeed.â
They gathered in their cliques, busy disparaging Ghislain and venting their envy.
âItâs all luck, isnât it?â
âOf course. Heâs only here because Marquis Branford and Marquis McQuarry backed him.â
âIf they had supported me instead, I wouldâve crushed the Ducal Faction by now.â
âExactly. Why isnât he pressing the advantage? Tsk tsk. Heâs still so inexperienced.â
Consumed by their bitterness, they mocked and schemed against Ghislain whenever they could. However, their efforts had no impact on him. All they could do was grumble and stew in their resentment.
As the evening progressed, others sought to use the occasion to curry favor with Ghislain.
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