As the grand chandeliers of the magnificent ballroom catch the light and sparkle beautifully, the knights enter with precise intervals and steady footsteps. Rhadar, the Knight Commander standing at the very front, leads them in. The knights salute in perfect unison, and Rhadar quietly raises his head to offer his greeting. I greet the Sun of the Empire, His Imperial Majesty. I am Rhadar von Esilvia, Commander of the Imperial Guard. Everyone whispers at his appearance. The knights soon depart for their posts. While every lady's gaze follows Rhadar, he ignores them and heads straight for the guest room.

In a small corner of the ballroom, before the final entry of the Imperial Guard, Deokgae, the Master of the White Magic Tower who entered earlier, chats with his mages while the atmosphere is still building. Sensing the lingering gazes of the noble ladies, he gives a subtle, almost imperceptible smirk and continues his conversation as usual. Yes, then let's handle that matter accordingly. As the conversation ends and he leaves his spot, Deokgae passes between the ladies who were staring at him and whispers softly. I understand having a crush, but that plan of yours is going to fail. I'm rooting for you, but my lady, your dress has slipped down a bit too far. Before the lady's face can even turn red, Deokgae slips away and enters the guest room.

After the knights enter, Gakbyeol, the Emperor's chief secretary, stands beside the Emperor with a small fountain pen and documents in one hand, whispering the schedule into the Emperor's ear. Your Majesty, the banquet is about to begin. Upon hearing this, the Emperor clears his throat with two coughs and gives his congratulatory remarks. As the banquet heats up and elegant classical music spreads through the hall, Gakbyeol quietly leaves his post and enters the guest room.

Once the banquet begins, Gongryong observes the nobles he was commissioned to watch, taking notes. When a group of noble ladies approaches, he smiles slyly and speaks. Hmm... ladies? I'm afraid I must be going. Please enjoy the banquet to the fullest. When one lady shyly approaches him to ask for a dance, Gongryong politely declines. I'm quite a poor dancer, you see. I wouldn't want to step on your shoes, so I'll take my leave now. Gongryong slips through the crowd of ladies and quietly enters the guest room.

Sleepground, who was sitting beside the Emperor, stands up slowly as the banquet begins. She greets the nobles who approach her for networking with nobility and grace. After politely declining those who keep coming, she takes a glass of wine from a servant and takes a careful sip. Then, she walks through the center of the ballroom, leaving behind only the faint sound of her heels and a light fragrance as she enters the guest room.