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Chapter 588

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.

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.