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Chapter 588: Chapter 12: Is there the introduction of CG this time too?

Chapter 588: Chapter 12: Is there the introduction of CG this time too?

Compared to every promotion ceremony before, this experience was utterly different.

This time, Aiwass did not wake up from a strong dizziness to find himself in another place.

His perspective had become like that of a camera, overlooking from above—even complete with panning shots!

In the Hall of Silver and Tin’s banquet room, the Knights, dressed in their usual attire, sat upright on both sides of the long table, discussing in hushed tones.

Aiwass was momentarily stunned.

This promotion ceremony…

now came with an introductory CGI?

…Unlike in games, this time Aiwass couldn’t press ESC to skip it.

Afterward, the scene shifted to the corner where Queen Sofia appeared.

She seemed physically frail but spirited.

Her gaze was sharp, her smile warm and kind.

When passing Knights bowed to her, she nodded her head with a smile in return.

The old Queen used the Avalon scepter as a walking stick, moving unsteadily forward.

Princess Isabel, timid and shy, attended in her ceremonial dress, a figure of concern at her grandmother’s side, almost shadow-like in her thinness.

When observed, she couldn’t help but tremble.

Opposite Queen Sofia was a young woman of stunning beauty and regal elegance.

She wore a Queen Consort’s crown embedded with amethysts and looked to be just over twenty years old.

Only in her scarlet eyes could one discern her identity as a Son of the Moon.

Following closely behind her was a young man who appeared to be barely eighteen or nineteen.

From their similar features, it was clear he was her son…

but due to his mother’s youthful appearance, they looked more like siblings.

He had well-groomed, short, black hair, dark eyes as lustrous as black pearls, and a faint smile that was natural and aloof.

He was dressed in a top-quality purple and black tailcoat that only Star Antimony nobility would wear, with a black, ruffled shirt underneath; the ruffles cascaded down from the placket.

Purple is a difficult color to master, but it didn’t look bad on the young man.

His features were sharp, and over his left eye, he wore a monocle made of yellow jade.

His suit was decorated with numerous tiny diamonds that, under the banquet hall’s lights, made him resemble a dark nebula.

He had more the air of a scholar delving into arcane knowledge than a noble.

“Your Majesty Queen Sofia, I and my son Lucien, on behalf of my husband, the heir of ‘The Twelve Keys,’ Alfonso Valentine, pay our respects to you and to Avalon, guarded by the Silver-Crowned Dragon,” she said.

The woman smiled and performed a curtsy to the old Queen, and the young man behind her pressed a hand to his chest and bowed.@@novelbin@@

The most important title of the Star Antimony King is the heir to “The Twelve Keys.” In any case, the Star Antimony King would only proclaim himself an “Alchemist.”
After all, Valentine I was elected as the King by members of “The Twelve Keys” organization because he was their leader.

Although the Valentine Family has now become a hereditary succession, and Star Antimony’s “The Twelve Keys” has evolved into something akin to a cabinet, this is the undeniable source of Star Antimony’s authority—the collective election of the original top-tier Transcendents.

When Prince Lucien lifted his glance, he caught a look at Isabel.

Even though Isabel was dressed so beautiful and cute, his gaze was utterly indifferent.

Isabel shuddered with fear, took a step back, and hid behind Queen Sofia.

Lucien’s gaze also drifted away, looking back at the Knights at the table with disinterest.

“And greetings to you, Louise.

There’s no need for formalities; just call me Sofia in private,” said Queen Sofia, supporting herself with the scepter and nodding with a smile: “The last time we met was over forty years ago, wasn’t it…

You’re still as radiant as ever.”
“Aging is a form of beauty, Sofia,” Queen Louise said with a smile, then brushed her shiny, elastic golden curls.

She then looked towards Isabel: “Is this the famous Princess Isabel?

Truly worthy of the holder of the Path of Beauty…

so lovely.”
“…Your Majesty Queen Louise, Your Royal Highness Prince Lucien, my respects to you,” Isabel said, stepping out from behind Queen Sofia, performing a curtsy toward Queen Louise, and responding quickly and softly, “May the Silver-Crowned Dragon protect you.”
She dared not look at them for long, but fortunately, Queen Louise did not react.

She simply nodded gently at Isabel.

Prince Lucien just lightly touched his chest, returning an equal salute.

As Queen Sofia and Queen Louise approached the round table, all the Knights gradually stood up.

The Knights respectfully saluted the royal family members, their faces maintaining calm and poised expressions of joy.

“Oh, Your Majesty…

please, take your seat,” a booming voice suddenly came from the side.

It was Charles Drost, the jovial Minister of Commerce.

He was old and fat, his round and enormous head resembling a blowfish or a toad.

His belly puffed up like a water balloon, and he couldn’t even see his own feet when he looked down.

The suit was stretched to its limits, as if a strong exhale might pop off the buttons.

The old man’s limbs showed no signs of muscle, the skin aged and sagging, barely able to encompass the flabby fat.