Suspicions

As the duel between the best geniuses was about to begin, an intense discussion was taking place in another hall.

In one of the white tables closer to the wall, three princes were seated. Unlike normal, their followers were asked to stay away and didn't join in the discussion.

"Are you sure you're not thinking too much?" A young woman, who seemed to be in her mid twenties frowned.

Her hair was tied into a bun and she carried herself with elegance.

"How do I say…It's a weird feeling." The young man to her right, with dull grey hair but brilliantly bright green eyes said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You can trust Carl, Iris. His instincts are one of the best I've seen. And you know…I socialize a lot." The third person on the table, a rather plump young woman sipped the champagne in her glass and said.

Princess Iris' brows knit together for a split second before she nodded at Prince Carl.