Blueriver and the others entered silently. Their gaze was fixed on the two women standing in the center of the room. Everyone looked at them with respect , but at the same time they looked with surprise and evaluated the woman standing next to their mistress, Rose.
Valery was a complete stranger; no one here recognized her. She was also a countess, and there were few counts in the territory, and everyone here knew the counts who lived or had lived in the territory.
It was clear who the fifth wheel in the room was.
In addition, some of them were on alert, distrustful of Valery. After all, she was a foreigner, so if she made a false move, they would act immediately and attack her.
Valery then looked at them again, her gaze sweeping over each general. There was not much emotion on her face other than the smile that served as a mask. Then her beautiful, soft lips moved.
