GDC 107

“Thanks to Your Highness, it was truly an enjoyable banquet. Once again, we thank you for the warm hospitality.”

“I’m glad. Please, everyone, rest well and recover from your journey.”

“I’ll escort the delegation out.”

I watched as Perel led the delegation out of the banquet hall.

Then—click—the doors shut.

“Your Highness!”

The moment the doors closed, my legs gave out and I collapsed.

Whitley and Tiern rushed over to support me.

“Get the magician! Quickly!”

At once, Enolius and the court physician, Hossen—who had been waiting in the next room—hurried in.

The delegation had remained in the banquet hall for another hour and a half.

By the end, I could barely remember what I had said; my mind was spinning.

The stabbing pain in my stomach was so fierce I almost wished I could just faint.

Still half-conscious, I lay across several chairs that had been pushed together.

Enolius…