While the expedition was quietly setting up in Piris, a banquet was being held in the mansion of Duke Cornwall, who was the head of the nobles faction.

Anyone else would shake their heads at this. At a time when a battle over the throne of Soldun was going to break out at any moment, he was holding a banquet? No matter how superior his side was, the victor would not be decided until the end. Duke Cornwall was smart enough to know that much.

However, his guest had demanded one. The crusader who came from Lairon had said his name was Ruben. This paladin had gone on to demand luxurious treatment without regards for virtue. He demanded young noble beauties and the best wine from the warehouses. People naturally scattered in every direction to avoid the paladin.

Regardless of whether Ruben knew it, his excesses didn’t stop.

“All this abundance is due to Lairon’s blessing, and this fact shouldn’t be forgotten! Hahaha!”

Ruben had a baron’s daughters in both of his arms, and he crossed his legs casually with a smirk. Who would think that a paladin could be so rude? If it wasn’t for his shining sword and armor, he would’ve been a bandit in the mountains. The daughters, who had not known why they had been summoned, couldn’t budge...