Having escaped the court nobles, Henry changed into a fresh imperial robe. He dawdled outside for what felt like an eternity before finally returning to the great hall.
This time, the court nobles didn't swarm him. Instead, it was those old geezers from the Senate who pulled Henry aside, pestering him with all sorts of questions.
As twilight descended, the Emperor's banquet officially began.
Inside the spacious banquet hall, hundreds of long tables, draped in magnificent tablecloths, were laden with rare delicacies from every corner of the empire.
Every dish was exquisitely prepared. The silverware on the tables gleamed, and the goblets were filled with fine wine from the western coastal regions, which flowed like a clear spring when drunk.
The nobles, dressed in splendid attire and adorned with medals, had faces beaming with smiles.
"Long live His Majesty, the Emperor!"
