Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 76 Evening Wangdu Royal Palace

Everything changed on the arrowhead, which was already old and contemplating retirement. The kingdom, where the king falls ill, fades and disintegrates, ends in turmoil. Eventually, the princes start and end a civil unrest. I was told that everything was resolved in ruins while I arched my hand and it was over... And my last big job as chief of staff is going to be this victory ball.

I have served this royal palace for a long time and have been shown scattered objects that I do not want to see. But if the kingdom does not do the work it deserves at the end of the celebration of its salvation, it will not be possible to say that it has served for a long time.

A squire or maid rushes around quietly but hastily to a cancerous venue where only a few aristocrats still invited to the hall gather in neglect. What is about to begin is the swordless battle of the royal nobility that determines the fate of the kingdom, whether it be the frontier uncle or the hero, we must protect it here in the Royal Palace.

Only the tuning sound of the instrument "tuning" sounds. This is Royal Palace's biggest venue - the Royal Palace has multiple ballroom venues, but this time the Royal Palace has the highest hall. However, if the size of the hall is the only one, there are still many large halls. However, when it is the venue for this ball, it is not only the size, but the format is necessary. The place where kings and kingdoms honor heroes, making it the highest celebration since the founding of the nation... could be the worst battlefield.

As a result, I will keep an eye on the clerk while he arranges not to be attached, and I will not tolerate a slight dust deficiency in the ball that the king held to express his greatest gratitude. All the servants in the castle are prepared with a tense face in the air, and when the visit begins, the face feels so heavily pressured.

A ball is not just a place to dance, it is also a place to be rewarded and honored, and behind it is a place of power struggle. And to strengthen the edge, face to face, the herd, a luxurious and rugged stage to hide the ugly backside of secretly betraying and leaping and kicking it down if there's a gap. The splendid venue brings you together in gorgeous costumes to exchange greetings with unusual conversations. Without showing under that smiling mask, the venue is surrounded by laughter and quiet music in a friendly mood.

This ball was hosted by the king, and all those who were invited to this place are of high rank and rank. Few nobles are able to unimpede the King's invitation, but only as a result will the various nobles gather beyond the faction.

The venue is an aphrodisiac to be called in by the unidentified, and it is now an outpost where the nobles of each faction region are exploring each other.

It is also a great opportunity to explore with the nobility of enemy factions that you will not normally meet, and connect the crossing to the edge. Because two of the four Grand Marquis houses were crushed, and even the remaining two houses stand in unclear positions. The power relationship, which is said to be a different faction from the titles of the aristocratic society, has collapsed, exploring each other right and left which houses should be attached to each other.

Everyone desperately explores the situation at this ball, a bunch of nobles wandering in search of the edge by hand as if grabbing straw under the making laughter. It wasn't a gloomy ball that was all about trying to fit in the ugly fallout, but a crowd who tried so hard to speak to each other like a bunch of pathetic losers who had lost their guardians and sought to get acquainted.

The proximity to the entrance represents a low identity and the further back it is later called. The deserving condiments are arranged to represent the family's qualifications.

One nobleman after another enters the hall, and everyone explores each other in the guise of a voice and greeting. The venue, where many nobles enter, gradually begins to show its liveliness, with gorgeous costumes by ladies dressed in flashy and gorgeous dresses and indoor decadence in a manner worthy of royal formats. Speaking with a gentle grin and a glowing expression, he shows the state of the territory, the weather and rumors as he sprinkles social dictionaries on Kufu's greetings. He talks about each other's conditions and hobbies in an unmistakable and serene way with his family story. It's a long and long quest on the front side of what I call a social, aristocratic ritual.

Explore other houses and other factions, peek into motion, create connections, explore negotiation opportunities, make each other feel vain and intimidated so as not to show weaknesses, even while contending over the rise and fall of power relations and positions in this place, seek to follow each other and devour information. Everywhere and elsewhere there is a muddy conversational play mixed with lies and rushes, and the venue quietly buzzes as deception and music intersect.

The wife and the children brought here also smile and greet each other, while exploring each other's standing positions and chatting with each other about their hairstyles and outfits, asking and observing each other for exploration gaps in that smiling mask. While searching for enemies and allies, they hide their malice and talk to each other in the gap between conversation and beauty phrases that are not deflected according to the investigation the band plays.

From public discourse, the topic moves on to rumours, revealing the face you hid. It is the thumbnails of an ugly and impoverished aristocratic society, frightened but strong and hostile in search of allies that this ball is.

The empty topic begins to move on to recent events, with smiling masks on each other to see what's going on with each other's factions from the unusual stories of the Grand Marquis, restraining each other and stealing information, this is the real noble topic.

The topic turns to the borderline uncle. There are no strangers in the aristocratic society, how many aristocrats do not fear revenge in view of what they have done so far by making the person a living legend?

Called the king of the border, he did not even try to be deeply involved in the aristocratic society. A true samurai who leads the kingdom's strongest armies, who continue to fight on the hellish border with misadventure. Looking for someone to know you are not connected, and the search seems pointless.

The topic includes chills and the end of the war, but no one tries to get to the core. Not to be frightened, the topic is distracted by the story of a pandemic play in Wang Du.

It will be harder to avoid that topic than the ball's true intentions are a ceremony of victory. Until now everything has moved in relation to the power of the aristocratic society, but the aristocracy is no longer halved and zero disappeared. Seeing those nobles hide their laughter, but they're probably looking for allies for fear of getting down on us.

Both luxurious food and fine drinks are freshly praised by mouth, but we go to greet the nobles of high stature who have newly entered our country without any more room to taste, where we will repeat our exploration.

The squire takes the dishes apart, carries the liquor around the table with grace and haste. The indoor orchestra spins a melody to the atmosphere while quietly playing the tone, and fills the venue with quiet songs.

The position of the nobleman entering the castle rises and the sound of the instrument flows out strongly as people overflow. The nobles of the venue seem to have felt the beginning of the ball in the tune that makes them feel the beginning.

Blessings, searchers for someone to connect with, jealous ladies praising each other for their costumes, and younger children blinding them to whether they have a higher opponent. The cloudy desire gradually begins to fill the venue, with invisible drooling resentment laid loosely over a luxurious carpet coloured with vanity.

An empty empty argument fills the venue in such a sticky air, and suspicion and desire begin to swirl... yes, this is the aristocratic society.

Read the names of the noblemen who enter one after the other. There is not much left, only the high and the protagonists of the ceremony.

"Grand Marquis of the Eastern Grand Marquis, Grand Marquis of Casgier"

This order is all for the nobility, the only class that shows the sequence of the nobility. The later the more its nobility represents the height of its identity, and it is the ugly act of pulling one's feet together to be called later that proves its importance.

And beyond being a royal host, that ranking is the royal will. Now the kingdom is becoming an absolute power for the royal family, which is tantamount to saying that the nobility will weaken.

That is why the rank set by the royal family is of immense significance. Fight over whether you will be turned back with the same degree of title, but what matters is when you go beyond the title. That is what makes a death sentence for nobility.

The two remaining Grand Marquis houses were clearly ranked. A quiet twist spreads through the venue, and words lurking in the voice chain.

This means that the Shkovasus family, which was at its lowest in the Grand Marquis, will take its top. The hilariousness of the color-changing nobles from faction to faction makes the venue ugly.

"Northern Grand Marquis Family Shkovasus Grand Marquis"

The mixed voices of joy and resentful caged voices mix in, and the venue exposes itself as if it were a swarm of lost people who can't go with what the world has changed without knowing. Even though I say it's not over yet.

"You will be invited as guests now. … Viscount, … Baron, … Viscount, … Viscount, … Baron, …"

Venue blurring disappears and breathes. It is astonishment and despair in its eyes.

Naturally. As a guest after the Grand Marquis, the lowest barons and Viscounts are called and walking to their seats. Originally, it can never be in the ranks of the aristocracy.

Nobles who have never heard of dozens of names, nobles who are nothing but nobles, stare at passing in front of them. I said I no longer understand what's going on. He's a face, just staring off.

If there were noises, assassinations, etc. at a royal ball, there wouldn't be so many fools who couldn't imagine any reprisals coming to the ranks whose result would be nobility. Yet there are too many fools gathered here to plot, so much nobility gathered here to be more vigilant than knowing what would happen if desire swirled around.

"Sir Barbarella, Head of Division I, and Baron Terry Cell, Head of Division II"

The ugly faces of colour removal line up with those who pale and threaten in the venue, those who blush and anger, those who pale their faces and just lose their minds.

Division leaders walking flat ahead of them.

"Princess Sharicelles Dee Diorail, Commander of the Kingsguard Division"

And a new hero, Princess Sharicelles, wears a luxurious dress and moves forward gently, but stops about inside, refraining at the edge.

"Merotosum Sim Omui Border Uncle, as well as Countess Murimur Sim Omui, and Miss Meriere Sim Omui"

Everyone is breathtaking about what it means, when the border uncle appears later than the royal princess.

And... I saw what that meant.

Only there is a different air to wrap around, a different world to live in. Compressed by that hegemony everyone feels, his feet unconsciously take a step back and wide open the way. Lady Murimur, a former princess knight, next to Lord Melotosum, king of the border. And the endless Princess Twin Swords, Miss Borderline Princess Meriere, continues. The three heroes of the victory of the labyrinth flood, just walk, and those around them retreat like barometric pressure, this is the family of heroes Omui who are crushed by the continent's hero Tan.

And if you go medium, Miss Meriere refrains on the other side of Princess Charicelles.

"For the last time, be a guest from an exotic country, benefactor of the kingdom, Master Yao and his line"

No one can breathe anymore, even the orchestra forgot to play the instrument and even the squire and maids are hooked and enthralled, overwhelmed by the miracle.

These are the brunette warriors and the brunette princesses.

It was a heavenly sight descending upon the earth, like the supreme beauty shining brightly illuminating the halls of the royal palace. Everyone is admired and stiff by the supreme beauty without breath, only there was light wrapped around it as if it were a different world, and that was where it was.

Dressed in luxurious dresses of shining pure white, the beautiful princesses who became the legend of the hidden kingdom in the vale march in a tattooed line. Walk leisurely with graceful footsteps that slip quietly, as if to surround and defend the black master. In the center of it, a dark-haired boy with a grumpy face walks troublesome.

A boy who flatly follows the extinct beauties who are rumored to have killed three labyrinths in just over twenty names, passing between the portraits of kings of history with even a royal palace like ours.

Moving on to the middle, Princess Charicelles and Miss Meriere, who had been held back in that queue, join from both sides. The glorious halls of its magnificent beauty lose colour and the glow fades.

This is the legend, this is the hero. When a group passes that shows that the world in which it lives is different, the nobles, who have turned into elephants as if they had remembered to breathe, are exhaling zero.

If you don't give thanks to the nobility of the kingdom you sit in, you won't even look at it. As if he thought it was an uninteresting figurine, he passed only in a grumpy manner.

And when he came before the king, he did not kneel, neither did he say gratefully, but looked back.

"Uh, I forgot. Come on in. - I don't know if there's going to be a food battle for those who eat because it's free with all the treats you can eat, but if the lead doesn't come in, it won't start. So come on out."

"" "" "" Yes!

Toddlers, beautifully dressed children just like angels appeared in angelic children descending from the sky in luxurious straw and running dresses and luxurious swallow tail suits, and the venue continued.

The boys in swallow tail clothes walking behind the kids on insignificant, then slippery steps. The wary squires of the noble escorts fall behind so that they may be threatened.

The gathering of the Kingdom's highest authorities is overwhelmed by more than 30 boys and girls and 5,60 children.

And before the king the march of miracles in heaven finally stopped its steps.

"Uh, Yao-jun.... What about those kids? No, I don't mind bringing him in, do I?

Uncle Omui asks in a crushed tone with a bitter laugh. and

"Ah, isn't it nice to meet you? These are the orphans the kingdom abandoned, exploited and dying of? Yeah, I brought you here because these kids are the ones who have the most right to eat the treat here, right? Like?"

The air solidifies, the breath stops - exploiting it from these young children and telling them to hit the aristocrats who were luxurious. I smile quietly and say it out in a fuzzy tone as if nothing was going on. The venue is threatened with intimidation, and no one can move. I'm afraid of that laughing face and speak with overwhelming force that I can't even faint.

Everyone can't move and can't even breathe instead of raising their voice. Unacceptable.

Only Uncle Omui erases his bitter laughter and wears his wrath with a faceless face.

A long time that seems forever when everyone is afraid and feels dead. The king broke the silence, not reprimanding disrespect, not sanctioning the undead.

"I'm sorry, kids. It is my immorality as a king who must save the people of the kingdom and the weakest, my sin that I could not reach out to even though I suffered before my eyes. I'm sorry.

And the king of a kingdom descended from the throne upon the orphans of unknown names, and when he knelt, he drowned his head deep. The queens and the young princes follow it, and all the nobles in the upper seat learn from it.

Head over to the threatened, troubled looking children, all kneeling down and apologizing. I guess they brought me here for this... this is the corruption of the kingdom, this is the result of the ugly aristocratic society. The greatest damage had been caused by the young children who had lost their most vulnerable parents.

Kids laughing like angels in beautiful new clothes say that until the other day, they were dressed in shrouds and starving to death, painting each other with dirt, lean, thin, and lean. They were leaning against each other in a corner of an abandoned slum. Yes, it was poked right in front of me that this was the sin of the kingdom.

The graceful ball turned into an execution ground where "death" could be poked in just one word, it was changed.

Expensive drinks for extra fine cuisine in the luxurious hall and on the table. Because he put the meaning of his sin in front of his eyes, the life he was supposed to save with a shard of it.

The aristocratic city visible from this royal palace, the dark part of the king's capital hidden behind it, the ghetto. Such children, right beside them, were starving, who had acted every day in response to the demands of the nobles and fancy dishes, children who would have been saved if they had delivered only a few of them. Because they are children who should have been dead without being able to reach out to anyone by nature.

It would mean nothing, such as just the head of a castle squire, which has been lowered as a courtesy to the nobles senseless tens of millions of times every day. Still, this is all I should bow my head to. If I can bow my head and apologize here without needing to know what that means, my whole life will be as ugly as the nobles who are staring at those children.

No, it's an excuse. I just want to apologize. I want to apologize even if I know it's unacceptable. To these children, and to the kingdom.

Unprecedented scandals, such as the King of the Kingdom's apology for coming down from the throne, are important to blame if you are the chief samurai.

But the king, who bowed his head deeply unto his sons, was the true king of the kingdom. The prince, who had seen it since he was a child, had one day been taken to the throne. But this is the first time I've been a real king.

It's all our fault. I have also been an educator as an employee since I was a child, and I, my dedicated tutor, and my predecessor have come to teach me to keep my mouth shut and call it "Be majestic as a king", "Ruling the people is nobility, the king is nobility", and "The king's body is equal to the country, never bow your head". That's the answer, and this is the result.

These children are my responsibility. These children are the inexorable sins of our royal family.

Since when have you come to make a mistake? It was our old age that was wrong, kneeling down to the orphans, and that was the king of the kingdom of Diorel.

The inscription on the throne of Diorail, which I have always polished up every day, is just "royal for the people". It's just because that's all that's engraved.