That evening’s banquet gathered the main members of the Rondoris delegation, including Count Paccio, as well as myself, Perel, and several Blenheim officials.
On the surface, the mood was warm, but every exchange of words carried hidden barbs.
Perel had warned me in advance:
“Count Paccio is very skilled at using his surroundings and situations to his advantage. He’s excellent at cornering people with just a few words. Some even say the reason the Kingdom of Rondoris has such influence despite its size is because of Paccio, their Foreign Minister.”
That was why Paccio enjoyed deep trust from the Rondoris royal family, especially Princess Felianes.
“We had hoped to welcome Blenheim’s delegation to Rondoris instead,” Count Paccio said smoothly, cutting into a piece of tender veal.
“In truth, everyone already knows Goldrain well. It’s famous and familiar to us. So why bring us all the way here?”
He was implying…
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