"Violet is the most legendary and renowned minstrel in the Empire, with an incomparable and marvelous voice and astonishing talent. Nearly every song he has written has been wildly popular."
Ivan said, "Countless nobles have spent a fortune just to have him sing a song at their banquets."
"Very well, let him sing at tonight's banquet," Solomon said.
However, before the translator could relay his words to Violet, Violet had already stepped forward from the crowd, holding his head high.
"I don't know why you have brought me here, but I will not sing for invaders."
Violet's words made Ivan's face change drastically, and with Violet taking the lead, the other minstrels also began to stir.
Soon, someone echoed, "That's right, we are imperial people, and we have just lost our Emperor. We are not in the mood to sing those cheerful tunes."
Seeing Solomon's expression gradually darken, another minstrel stepped out and said.
"Then I will sing!"
