The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne - Chapter 421

421: Distinguished Guests (2) 421: Distinguished Guests (2) The Kingdom of Serothia was an ally of the Great Velmora Empire and one of its closest.

Elina hadn’t expected the king himself to attend the party.

Shortly after the King of Serothia appeared, a guard’s voice rang out again.

“The King of Lorynth has entered the hall!” Everyone quickly turned their gaze toward the entrance.

A man in his early thirties stepped inside.

He was exceptionally handsome, with short, pale silver hair and a crown atop his head.

He wore a pristine white robe made of the finest material.

In his hand, he carried a sword sheathed in a silver scabbard.

Unlike the King of Serothia, he had brought few guards-only one beside him, clad in white armor.

Even more unusual, his guard was a brown-haired woman with her hair tied back in a ponytail.

Her expression was cold and indifferent, her gaze as sharp as a blade.

“Is that King Maldrin?

He hasn’t aged a bit,” someone whispered.

“Yes, it’s him.

I haven’t seen him in three years, but he looks the same, as if time hasn’t touched him.” “Ha!

You’re all missing the point.

King Maldrin is a renowned swordsman.

His skill rivals that of a Celestial Mage, and in swordsmanship, he has never been defeated.” Noble heads of families and guests from distant lands exchanged excited whispers.

King Maldrin ruled the Kingdom of Lorynth.

He was famous not only for his unmatched swordsmanship but also for his striking appearance, capable of captivating any woman.

Even young women couldn’t resist his charm.

He radiated a calm, mature aura, rare for a man his age.

‘So, he really is King Maldrin, huh?’ Rafine muttered, a hint of admiration in her voice.

She had to admit, the king was incredibly handsome.

This was the first time she had found another man attractive-besides Nolan.

Of course, compared to Nolan, Maldrin still fell a few points short.

‘King Maldrin, huh?

I need to build a good relationship with him.

That will be invaluable in this battle for the throne,’ Adalen muttered, his eyes burning with ambition.

Unlike other kings, Maldrin held extraordinary influence.

Although the Kingdom of Lorynth wasn’t as powerful as the Great Velmora Empire or some of the larger kingdoms, his mere presence commanded respect.

Gaining his support was like catching diamonds falling from the sky.

Not only Adalen, but also Aldric, Cedric, and Cassian each had their own thoughts racing.

One by one, leaders from other kingdoms and empires followed King Maldrin into the hall.

Some hailed from large, powerful nations, while others came from small, obscure kingdoms.

Yet all were greeted with the same honor, a testament to the Great Velmora Empire’s impeccable etiquette, leaving the guests impressed.

Then, suddenly, the next announcement from the hall’s gatekeeper made everyone hold their breath.

“The Imperial Family of the Holy Empire of Valtanir is entering the hall.” A handsome middle-aged man walked in, radiating calm and effortless authority.

His short, neatly styled golden hair framed a face marked with faint wrinkles across the forehead and cheeks, giving him a distinguished look.

His golden eyes, sharp and cold, compelled anyone who met them to bow their head unconsciously.

He was the Emperor of the Holy Valtanir Empire-Dariel Everlain.

Beside him walked two others: a young man and a young woman.

Both were strikingly attractive, though the woman drew particular attention.

Her long, wavy golden hair flowed gracefully, adorned with a silver crown and a sun-shaped hairpin tucked behind it.

She wore a gold-colored, collarless gown that accentuated her cleavage, leaving the young nobles unable to tear their eyes away.

Though her beauty was slightly less striking than Elina’s or Rafine’s, she still looked as if she had stepped out of a painting.

The young pair were Erald and Rebecca, Dariel’s son and daughter.

Finally, an elderly man followed behind them.

His posture was tall and commanding, as if time itself had no power over him.

A neatly trimmed golden beard hung below his chin, and his eyes were piercing-like swords honed over a thousand years.

Those who met his gaze felt as though their very souls had been cut by countless blades.

Unavoidably, everyone lowered their eyes, unwilling to meet him directly.

This man was the Singularity of Light-the very person Arnold had humiliated at the previous birthday party.

But now, he seemed quieter, without the arrogance he had displayed before.

The heads of noble families still remembered the incident vividly, yet none dared to bring it up.

Despite the embarrassing scene, he remained one of the Seven Singularities-beings capable of turning the entire continent upside down.

To speak of it would be tantamount to signing their own death warrants, along with the doom of their families.

“Grandfather!

Uncle!” “Father!

Brother!” Adalen and Clarisse rushed forward to greet them.

Dariel’s cold expression quickly softened into a gentle smile.

“How are you?” Dariel asked.

“Fine,” Adalen replied with a smile.

“I’m fine too,” Clarisse added, her smile faint but warm.

“And all of you?” His gaze swept over Dariel, Erald, Rebecca, and the Singularity of Light.

“We’re fine as well, Auntie,” Rebecca said, stepping forward and clasping her hands politely.

“Good,” Clarisse replied, clearly satisfied with her answer.

With that, she and Adalen guided the four to the other side of the hall.

The sight drew everyone’s attention.

They knew Adalen and Clarisse were related to the Everlain family, but seeing their interaction in person felt far different from what they had imagined.

“Singularity of Light, huh?

What an incredibly powerful man.” In the distance, King Maldrin narrowed his eyes, warily gripping his sword, which trembled slightly as if intimidated by the man’s mere presence.

“Your Majesty, don’t let your desires control you,” a soft, indifferent voice sounded beside him.

King Maldrin took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

“You’re right, Reyna.

I… I’m sorry.” As a swordsman who had never known defeat, he longed to face the Singularity of Light in combat.

Although he knew how it might end, his desire to fight remained undiminished.

Still, he knew challenging him here would be rude and disrespectful.

“So, what do you make of the Singularity of Light, Demon Emperor Zerathos?” Cassian folded his arms and asked casually.

In his mind, Zerathos stared intently at the Singularity of Light, his body trembling despite himself.

‘What a terrifying power… Is he even human?’ His heart pounded in his chest.

Never in his life had he witnessed anyone wield such overwhelming strength.

And yet, he knew the man was holding back.

Even a mere fraction of that power was enough to fill Zerathos with fear.

He closed his eyes, forcing himself to appear calm, and replied indifferently, “I… don’t know.”