In the castle's side hall, the Southern Four Sovereigns sat in a row, quietly waiting. Each of them bore a different expression, lost in contemplation.

Elijah casually sipped his coffee, Lincon rested with closed eyes, Tyrus observed the hall's arrangement, and Wyatt paced impatiently.

After some time passed, Eloise entered the hall with Austin and Jaxon, carrying an exquisite purple rosewood box.

"Gentlemen, the Marshal's military insignia has arrived," she announced and delicately placed t