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Anyway, thanks to the fact that I came to the dinner party, I learned the improved function of the narrative intervention.

I knew that the fearsome prince was not an almighty one.

The public opinion of the upper class of the capital city was also roughly grasped.

Meanwhile, Behemoth and the two twins were focused on destroying the course meal.

Whether the food was quite good, the behemoth, which becomes noisy when fed something bad, never made a meow sound.

Even though the well-trained cat was eating human food and drinking, it just flew the dish with a calm expression.

"I was so focused on this and that that that I couldn't even taste the food properly.’

With "Tardiness" on, all the food was too salty, too greasy, and bitter.

The soup cooled down cold with not a few spoonfuls left, and the caviar on top of the small pancake was also fishy and could not swallow a teaspoon. The lobster with bisque sauce, and the tongue with butter and sauce, passed by.

Before I knew it, the dinner was over and the after-dinner was served.

I want to eat again in a better environment. What a waste.'

At the table of the royal family was Melchior's queen and two princes on his right and three princes on his left.

It wasn't a very good arrangement.

After Melchior's brief New Year's address, he would have been seen only by the eyes of the people while the ritualistic custom was to hang the mistletoe branches on the pillars and light the last seconds of the nine-pronged candlestick.

Also, only the youngest brother who looks just like him.

The two princes dressed in royal red robes looked like never before. Gold was the color of the royal family, a noble and rare color.

Although the kingdom of Albion is close to Westerners in the appearance of people's faces, there were very few people who kept their real gold hair until adulthood.

Even in the bustling downtown area, it was hard to meet people with gold eyebrows once a day.

"And wearing those intense red robes makes you look like brothers on SRT. In fact, the only deficit is Aslan, but if you sit in a row like that, it seems like he's not the only one.’

If you think you've been living for nearly 20 years, and you've been 'taken' by your brother, who is a bastard, and you wouldn't have suspected that it belonged to you..

"Sullan's chances of making an extraordinary choice are not zero. I'll have to contact Fran in the new year.’

From the middle of the dinner, the queen was so cold that she hardly ate, and after holding a glass to pray for her health, she left.

Aslan, who remained alone, was forming a low-pressure air current with a terrifying expression as usual, Arthur pretended not to notice anything, and Melchior skillfully proceeded with the dinner party without even lifting an eyebrow.

It was as natural as a man who had done it all his life.

When appropriate, he made jokes, raised glasses, or followed old customs, but cautioned against becoming too serious.

How can I say, the clothes. If it's that fancy, it's usually a little bit. You look like you were born wearing this crown prince.’

The foundation and fabric of the robes worn by the three princes were similar, but the crown prince's costume was much more colorful.

Long cloaks and blue bands encircled the edges of the wall's fur, gold stripes layered on the shoulders and sleeves, and gold and jeweled front-leaf ornaments were added.

It was a costume that would never suit Arthur, and that's true.

Because he won't be the crown prince for a moment.

Clayo finally turned off "Late."

Now that the queen is gone, there's nothing more to be said. I was just trying to get a proper taste of dessert.

Clayo's resolution would have paid off had it not been for the crown prince who had gone all the way to the corner.

This isn't some wedding reception buffet, why are you going around? I'm sitting there listening to those high-ranking aristocrats' greetings and Abuja, damn it.'

The untimely appearance of the crown prince forced all but the cat to stand up and show their respect.

Clap Clop

half-asleep

Chell glanced regretfully at the Budigala wine with one sip left, and the cat licked the plate without paying attention to the prince.

'I guess the pong de boso sauce with the main dish was good enough to lick it. Yes, humans are not so good, they are the best....’

"Long time no see, Lord Clayo. Lady Celestes and Lady Isiel, too."

"I see the decline of the Crown Prince."

"I see you, sir."

"That's enough of my greetings, and I'll take a seat. Were you all waiting for Arthur? You're still on good terms.”

When the prince settled on this table, the servants, who moved silently, suddenly prepared a chair and placed a small after-dinner glass in front of him.

This time again, that... It must be a parent mode that takes care of the friendship of the youngest brother. They act so calmly even though they know no one will believe it, and they're very consistent.'

Whatever the distant future may be, Arthur is now 18 years old, still a wild boy.

Arthur stood behind Melchior and stood behind his brother's chair, and he could see something just by his mouth.

Hey! I didn't do this on purpose. I was the only one trying to get out of here, but you're suddenly following me! This is driving me crazy!'

Isiel turned his eyes away and did not even notice Arthur's mouth.

Arthur scratched the back of his head as if he was trying to come to his friends, but he wasn't trying to come with a prince. The honey-colored blonde that someone had tried to turn over was disheveled.

Clayo also focused on dessert because he was afraid that he would laugh in front of the prince.

It was very easy to divert attention.

The cake, filled with creme deflomat between the almond sheets and flavored with boiled apricot and apricot liquor, is made of meringue and icing on the top of the cake.

People exclaimed at the skill of the royal patissier. Sijong slowly dragged the trolley, presented the cake to people, and served them one piece at a time.

As if to show off Albion's trade with the Meredith continent, which has been close to monopoly for years, another trolley was piled high with exotic sweet foods like jujube palm filled with rich rocum and pistachio.

The whole thing was delicious.

Clayo, a bird that Chell greets the prince with a rare business smile, diligently finished the dessert.

Thanks to the added sugar, he had a theory in his head.

"As soon as Melchior saw Pran on Field Trip before, he knocked him out because of the seriousness of the incident, and he doesn't usually use that skill.’

Keeping calm, Clay added a third item to today's realization.

"From my editor's authority to Arthur's, Fran's, sexual scars are not something I can use indefinitely, and the conditions and restrictions are quite tricky. Then wouldn't it be the same for the castles of Melchior?’

At the same time, unlike the fascination of many people, "the rescue of the liver" seemed to be only applicable to the opponent one-on-one.

"Maybe you can't just grab anyone and open your head as you want in the mercy of the X-Men. When applied to Fran as well as to me, there are conflicts between unique skills.'

For example, if you look in Isiel's head right now, you will be able to find out all the information about Arthur in the latest version, but the prince showed no signs of doing so.

While he was thinking, Clay moved his dessert and tea to his mouth.

Human beings are adaptable animals.

Even the prince, who seemed never to get used to it, was not as scared as his hands and feet were cold as they were at first, as he had been many times.

Furthermore, because I hardly ate the main dish, dessert went in better than I needed.

Clayo also ate a wafer with ice cream and brandy on the back of the cake.

When Clayo was driven out of the plate, Melchior spoke quite affectionately.

"The royal chef Antoine is from Patissier, and he always puts all his energy into dessert. I think the dinner dessert suits Lord Clayo's taste, so it's worth the invitation.”

"It was a great feat. The dessert seemed like a work of art. Thank you for the honor of attending this event."

"I didn't mean to listen to your hard-heartedness, so enjoy yourself until the end."

"I'm always glad you care."

Arthur tactfully intervened between Melchior and Clayo, who had an awkward conversation.

"But if you stay here all the time, no one will remember what the dessert tasted like.”

"Ha-ha, you talk like a wallpapade in the street on a day like this."

"I'm not much different from that walfa. Now I'm going to have a word with my brother, and the anxious people are looking at my back, and I'm going to have a hole in this precious outfit."

"Then I'll have to step aside so that you can face the New Year with your colleagues."

As the atmosphere surged, Rachel rowed on the water.

"It would be a great honor for us if we could celebrate the New Year with the decline of the crown prince. Of course, it's hanging by every window with a mistletoe, so you're ready to fight for the kisses of me and the ladies."

"I think I'll be the one to be blamed by the city's young people, so I'll stand up before midnight. Then I hope you get a new light.”

"I hope you will have a new light, too.

"And Lord Clayo, take better care of his health."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Clayo swept his chest slightly. 'Is this really going to end?' I was half-suspecting.

But Melchior was the one with the last shot.

"Make sure you carry out this cheerful answer. So you can listen to my voice, right?”

"…what do you mean denim?"

"It must have been hard for you to prepare for the final exam, since the smart Lord forgot about your work in the royal library. I don't think what I want from you is a very unreasonable price."

Melchior's voice echoed clearly in the conversations and music of the guests, who were added to their drunkenness.

a royal library

The price the crown prince wanted.

Although it was not a big deal, Melchior's meaningful way of speaking sounded like a secret agreement or conspiracy.

'I'm just going in for a dungeon, and I'm going to hear a great deal about it.’

The atmosphere of the table froze for a moment.

As things happened, Clay felt something more like resignation.

Melchior appeared, and there was no way that no accident could have happened and just let it go.

You're supposed to pop it right here. Teasing Specialist.'

The gate of Menemosine is a heritage under the control of the Order of the Capital Defense, and the Order of the Capital Defense is a royal institution. There was no justification to block the crown prince from entering the "remembered world."

Whether Pierce Klagen supports Melchior privately or not, the country's highest commanding officer is the crown prince now in a coma.

If the prince "asked" one knight to guide him, all that existed there was only a simple structure of order and obedience.

'Other people will think differently.’

Melchior was still an economical worker.

Not only is the attention of the dinner room that came to this corner table all focused, but the lack of nutrition that seems to worry about Clayo's health will spread like an epidemic.

Now that it's done, tomorrow, anyone will consider Clay the official Melchiorite.

"Let's keep a straight face on this guy. I can feel that his ether is glowing up to here. Oh, that's killing me.

Among the visitors, the faces of those with ether sensitivity hardened.

Implicitly, it was considered rude for an article to boost ether in a non-combat situation.

"But who can point out manners to the second prince?’

To make matters worse, the promise sent up a sparkling message as if it were making fun of Clayo.

[-Increases user narrative intervention.

Cumulative ratio: 33.2%]

The epic intervention is now well over 30%.

Looking at the clear-cut writing, it was clear that Aslan swept past the point where he could not return rather than live.

'Now it's time to reach the destination, or it's going on. Oh, I can see the pilot's mind crossing the mountains and the ocean in the storm.’

Aslan was not the only problem.

Arthur, standing behind Melchior, was still smiling, but the fire seemed to burn in his deep blue eyes.

The hottest fire's color turns green.

Clay wanted to press the escape button. However, the reality that there is nothing like that makes me look out of the window.

'Promise' added a new sparkle as if it were teasing.

[-Increases user narrative intervention.

Cumulative rate: 34.5%]