The sound of crystal glasses chiming faded into silence as Allen rose from his seat. His regal aura alone was enough to draw every eye in the grand banquet hall. The orchestra, sensing his movement, slowed their melody to a reverent hush.
Standing tall beneath the chandelier's radiant glow, Allen extended his hand toward Shellia, who still sat gracefully beside Diana.
"Shellia Emerald," his voice resonated through the hall, calm yet powerful. "Step forward."
Whispers erupted instantly.
"Is that the young lady who purified the Flame Gate?"
"She's… breathtaking."
"But why is His Majesty addressing her so directly?"
Shellia hesitated for a moment, her pulse fluttering wildly beneath her skin. But when she met Allen's gaze — steady, reassuring, and achingly gentle — she found her strength again. Rising slowly, she took his hand.
The Emperor smiled faintly and turned to face the gathering crowd. His voice carried with perfect clarity.
