In one of the ancient palaces on the planet Keizar—
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Aro, who had been sitting quietly at one of the corners of a massive round table where a small circle of the upper nobility had gathered, finally rose to his feet. With a composed expression, he began tapping the rim of a crystal cup placed before him, producing a clear metallic rhythm that echoed across the hall. "May I have your attention, everyone?" he said in a calm yet commanding tone.
"…"
And indeed, not only did the nobles closest to him put down their utensils and turn their heads toward him, but behind them, across the vast hall, lay several long rows of lavish banquet tables filled with every delicacy imaginable. Upon those tables sat hundreds of officials, generals, and elite commanders who had participated earlier in the Armament Bath simulation ceremony. One by one, their conversations faded; forks were lowered, and all eyes gradually converged on the Marshal standing at the round table.
