In A Fantasy World I Can Absorbs Abilities-Chapter 273 the conclusion of the enmity between nations.

The grand golden doors of the ballroom slowly creaked open. Michael and Princess Astrid, escorted by royal attendants, stepped into the magnificent space. As the doors parted fully, the opulence of the ballroom was revealed in breathtaking detail.

The polished marble floor reflected the glow of an enormous chandelier, adorned with thousands of magical candles, casting a soft, starlit radiance over the hall. The vast arched windows surrounding the ballroom allowed the moonlight to blend harmoniously with the chandelier's glow, illuminating the room with a celestial elegance.

Below the windows were intricate floral arrangements featuring lilies, roses, and thistles—the symbolic flowers of the Lania Kingdom. Each bloom was dusted with gold powder, enhancing their splendor. The fragrant aroma wafted gently, adding to the hall's enchanting atmosphere.

A resplendent crimson carpet, embroidered with dazzling golden threads, led to the dais at the far end of the ballroom. Around it, elegantly dressed nobles had gathered, their ensembles dazzling under the lights. The men wore refined suits made of silk and satin in vibrant hues, while the women donned flowing silk gowns adorned with feathers and jewels. Every garment glittered with gemstones, creating a visual feast of opulence.

As Michael and Astrid made their entrance, all eyes in the ballroom turned toward them. The lively chatter and laughter that had filled the room fell silent as though time itself had paused. The nobles stared, their gazes a mix of curiosity and reverence.

Princess Astrid was the epitome of grace in her crimson gown, its hem adorned with black lace that added a mature and elegant touch. On her head rested a ruby-encrusted tiara, from beneath which her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her radiance captivated everyone in the room.

Michael, by her side, held her hand with a steady grip. Dressed in a pristine white ceremonial suit adorned with his family crest on his shoulder, he exuded poise and strength. His robust frame hinted at his prowess as a knight, while his crimson eyes emitted a charisma that commanded the attention of all present. Together, they were a vision of unparalleled beauty, their presence filling the hall with awe.

The couple advanced slowly toward the center of the ballroom, the nobles parting to create a path, their faces reflecting deep admiration and respect.

At the dais, King Charles V and the Queen awaited them. The King's face radiated pride as he watched them approach. Beside him, the Queen forced a composed smile, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of jealousy.

As Michael and Astrid reached the center of the hall, the silence was broken by the sound of clapping. What started as a single pair of hands quickly grew into a thunderous ovation. The nobles clapped and cheered, their applause an expression of gratitude and admiration for the hero who had brought an end to the war with the Pamir Empire.

Astrid stood beside Michael, her face glowing with a warm smile as she joined the applause. Her eyes sparkled with emotion, and her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Her clapping was genuine, a heartfelt gesture of encouragement and pride for the man beside her.

The ballroom buzzed with joy and excitement. Some nobles whistled and shouted their congratulations, while others bowed their heads deeply in respect. Laughter and cries of celebration filled the air, lifting the hall's energy to an electrifying peak.

Michael surveyed the crowd, his gaze settling on the Special Operations Unit members and his family's knights standing at the edges of the room. These were his comrades who had fought beside him on the front lines. Their cheers were the most sincere, their admiration rooted in shared hardships and triumphs.

Michael met their eyes one by one, his gaze filled with gratitude and respect. The knights and operatives responded with nods and smiles, some placing hands over their hearts in silent declarations of loyalty. Between Michael and his allies flowed an unspoken bond forged in the fires of war.

With a simple gesture, King Charles V raised his hand, and the applause gradually subsided. The King's mere presence commanded the room's attention, and silence fell once more. In a voice that was both gentle and authoritative, he spoke.

"Come forward. Astrid, you as well."

Princess Astrid inclined her head gracefully before stepping onto the dais. The flowing fabric of her gown shimmered as she ascended, her every movement exuding poise and elegance. She glanced back at Michael with a shy smile that brightened the room like the morning sun, her excitement and nervousness apparent in the faint blush on her cheeks.

Michael followed her, his steps steady and his demeanor composed despite the weight of countless gazes fixed upon him. His confident stride left a lasting impression on the gathered nobles.

Once they reached the dais, Charles V received an elaborately decorated scroll from an attendant. The scroll was wrapped in pristine white silk, its edges adorned with gold tassels, and bore the royal seal of the Lania Kingdom.

The King held the scroll aloft, taking a moment to survey the room. His sharp gaze passed over each noble, compelling them to straighten their postures and fix their attention on him. The room grew so quiet that the faintest sound could have been heard.

The King then broke the seal, and the scroll unfurled in his hands, emitting a soft golden glow. Taking a deep breath, Charles V began to read the words etched onto the scroll in a solemn and commanding voice.

King Charles V's commanding voice echoed throughout the grand ballroom as he continued to read from the royal decree:

"Today, I speak not only to the loyal nobles of the Lania Kingdom but also to our beloved citizens. For years, our kingdom has endured unimaginable pain and hardship during the brutal war with the Pamir Empire. Yet, as all wars must end, I stand before you today with joyful news. As the rightful ruler of the Lania Kingdom, I declare that a peace accord has been signed with Oswald, the rightful heir of the Pamir Empire. This agreement, guaranteed by Chris III of Elonia, marks the cessation of all hostilities and the conclusion of the enmity between our nations.