Soon, many people dressed in traditional clothing showed up in Mateo’s peripheral vision.

A woman in royal clothing, accompanied by a casual-looking young man, was standing in the middle of the crowd.

The woman’s face was exquisite. She looked like a mixed-race; her nose bridge was quite tall, and her eyes were as beautiful as a painting. Her face mask gave her a mysterious yet enchanting appearance.

She was none other than the fourth successor of The Empire’s royalty, the fourth princess.

The person behind her was a handsome man who was around five foot nine, with a face as sharp as a blade.

He looked incredibly charming, but a heinous feeling could be felt all over him. The sensation pushed the people around him on the verge of kneeling.

He was the baron of The Empire, the deputy commander of the Knights Templar, and the God of War: Jason Leo!

Jason glanced at his surroundings calmly before pulling out a thin and long cigar and lighting it up casually.

Mateo strutted forward