147 Battlefield on the tablecloth (2)

On the other side of the entrance, a thousand heavily hung on the innermost wall of the hall. Underneath it is the power of the king and queen.

Under the right side of the throne was the position of the crown prince, and one below it was the position of the two princes.

A single compartment was only a few blocks high.

But the amount of blood that will flow will be enormous while the princes of the Kingdom of Albion struggle to climb one step up the stairs.

'No, the blood's gone, and that symbol will require more blood.’

He was fed up with Clayo, who was a new king and heir.

"If it weren't for the fate of the three princes and the world, I would just pack and run. He doesn't even look back at the city.'

In front of the throne, a large table was placed long horizontally. Several times more colorful candlesticks than other tables were erected on both sides, and the back of the table was decorated with royal insignia.

It was obviously a seat for the royal family.

Two experienced servants were lined up for dinner, but no one has appeared in the royal family yet.

The table d'hote was just around the corner among the people.

Following the royal attendants' guidance, the guests moved to their respective seats. A card with the guest's name on it was seen on the table's bowl support.

As I entered, I raised "late" and found the Duke of Kruell and the Knights of Klagen sitting on the top of the table closest to the royal family's table.

Subsequently, Tadius, the wizard of the Capital Defense Corps, Jebedi, who was caught between them and killed, and Ezra, who was still bustling and distracted, were seen in this difficult place.

The raemjeu Dale has accompanied by a spouse or child, the Earl and nobles of Benjamin, chairman of the twist of a commoner and a man of means, and see who was later than them.

Because he was a commoner despite his influence and authority, he was more in power and farther away than the unknown baron and baron.

'I see. Distance from power represents guest status. It's a dinner party, and it's an annual power ranking chart for the royal family. It's a full disclosure.'

The allocation of the guests' seats would have required as much serious consideration as the deployment of the corps.

The children of Angelium and Kishion, not the central aristocrats, were guided to a small table under the wall along with Clayo.

Most of the shaman's family members were not in the same position as the former aristocrats, the key family of the creation of the aristocracy, because they received titles and territories during the reign of King Absalom II.

One spot close to the waiting room clearly indicated their current status.

Of course, it stung other guests' eyes, and it was rather a good place for Clayo, who was supposed to feed Behemoth human food.

Besides, how can rice go through your throat when you can see the top of your head? Worried about the fratricidal war between the brothers while eating?'

The table prepared for the royal family was fortunate that the bridge under the insignia was heavy, and it seemed difficult to turn it over.

We still have time until the dinner.

Under the arched wall, it was separated from the main table in the central hall and was even cozy.

There were six seats prepared for Clayo's party.

'Huh? I, Isiel, and Angelium twins are all four, so why are there six seats?'

The Tangpeth de Negee family is an exile noble family, but Catarina's ability was excellent, and the family was well ahead of the central table.

If Dionne, who was on a business trip to the Kingdom of Crater, had seen the dinner party, he would have made sarcastic remarks.

"Chelle, do you sit with us?"

As if he wanted me to ask him that question, Rachel shrugged and boasted.

"I received an invitation under my name instead of my family name. My birthday is January 1st, so I turn 18 after midnight. Haha, I'm a total adult."

"He, yes, congratulations. I didn't know it was your birthday. Then what's the other one?"

Lippi and Leticia, who zolled to the table past slow-walking Clayo, looked at the name plate of the sixth seat.

"Look! It says 'Asher's grave' on the nameplate."

"I don't have a glass and a curry, but there's a cushion on the chair. It's a linen cat that can scratch!"

"Sit here, I can't!"

Get up!

The giant mausoleum, which sprang up quickly, sat on the linen cushion with a satisfied look. The cushion was high, making it a good height to put the snout on the table.

"Eo-O-O-O-Wo-Wo-Wo-Wo-Wo-Wo-Wo (It is appropriate to treat you to the main grave).”

Clayo ran away while the twins and the cat were playing together.

"No, who the hell is arranging the guests? How do you know I'm going to get a cat?"

"It's okay to say that this level of magic. It's Lady Healley. Sister of Seidle's own, one of the many magic tricks the royal maidservant plays."

It's Heelida Sayles.

Clayo knew the name, too.

To Arthur last summer, Aslan told him the true meaning of the attacks.

Heelida may be the most aware of the power structure of the Albion Kingdom and the relationship between the upper classes.

"Acting as if the woman-in-law is not paying attention to any prince, or helping Arthur underwater... It may be a manifestation of professionalism, but perhaps she thinks that only the first and second can be kings?’

Each party was seated, either too silent or too noisy.

The servant in charge of the table brought hard print and water with today's menu on it.

"Wow! The menu is amazing again!"

The dinner menu was a full page.

Starting with two kinds of potaju, shrimp and chicken, a variety of Ordavres containing caviar and truffle, fish courses with a tongue and a sea bream, and seven spices, grilled lamb and pong de Boiled Sauce, calf and sage fries, stew and the last four kinds of desserts.

Two twins and a cat looked happy just by looking at the menu.

The beverage manager came up to the table with champagne. The unique aroma of Lyognes champagne tickled my nose.

"Is it because you don't think you can drink it? Why does it smell better than last time?’

However, Clayo has decided not to drink alcohol today. Clayo dissuaded the crowd from pouring alcohol.

"I don't mind drinking, but I'd like some sparkling water, please."

"Okay."

As the bell filled with only the cello's glass disappeared, the twins' attention gathered to Clayo.

"Why isn't Ray drinking?"

"Why don't you drink this good drink?"

"Yeah."

"I'm trying to control myself today. It's a difficult job, but I might make a mistake."

"That's a good idea. It's probably the best decision you've made this year."

"No, Isiel... That's what I'm going to say....”

This huge event, where the three princes sit at once, was not written in the manuscript either.

The manuscript is faithful to the description of great events such as dungeon and war, but it has been reevaluated, perhaps too much, that confrontation between the princes has led to a heated war.

"I thought it had an epic charm because it had a cool development and a nice side style with no details. But I think it would have been better if it was a manuscript with more explanations than needed to get around here.’

The literary perfection of the manuscript from the perspective of the editor, and its excellence as a guideline to turn back with the mind of the chair, were not proportional virtues.

"It's not the epic that makes life real. The smallest thing, the least bit of hatred and kindness, will determine the future. That's the mechanism of human behavior.'

The fact that Stalin believed in Hitler and maintained his admiration until the end of the Poisonous Nonaggression Treaty destroyed the Soviet air force in the first week of the war.

It is a real history and human behavior that two events that cannot be connected by nature are connected by cause.

In order to rely on such a variable world, omitted guides, one had to stay alert in the place where the three princes gathered at once.

"No matter how hard I drink, Ray doesn't even turn red."

"No, Leticia. I've been drinking too much."

"That's true, too. If you drink like Ray, your nose will turn red in less than 20 years old!"

"Guys, what do you think of people....”

"I don't know what to say, I see him as a drunk."

"Yes, Clay. I want you to listen to Riffy and Leticia and realize something."

"Good, then am I the only one drinking at our table? So all of this Rio Gwyneth Blanc de Blanc. It's only been 10 years since I first made it into Glycine grapes without blending, and it's really low in production! Thank you!"

Chell, who was giggling, pulled the silver-plated basket that the servant had left beside the table. The behemoth, who was watching it, jumped up from his seat and popped his tail.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You're going to drink alone! No!!!."

"Chel…I'm good enough, just pour some wine into the Behemoth's water bowl."

"How can a cat drink so well?" Dogs and cats shouldn't drink alcohol."

"Well, I think we need to think deeply about whether this is a real cat... You don't have to worry at all because you're a hundred years old at the age of a cat after drinking."

Cells, who had been pointing fingers at the cat's age to see if he thought he had lived for about 20 years, tilted the bottle in front of Behemoth.

"That's amazing. Hair is shiny, eyes are clean. I thought it was a younger cat. Here, drink!"

Shame on you.

The cat's eyes rolled along the golden liquid. Then when Rachel tried to stop pouring the wine, Behemoth slapped the table with his front paws.

"Woong-nyang (more)."

"Do you want more?"

"Yes, myon (Yes.”

"You can't stop the owner or the cat."

Clayo is Chelsea and Behemoth Rio.I took up a bottle of Gwnes champagne and ate my appetite while I was drinking.

I couldn't drink while I turned on "Late. Drunk came up like crazy, and any alcohol felt like poison.

"Well, if it weren't for this kind of occasion, I'd have had it for a private day.’

He raised the intensity of being late in spite of himself. Since I can't drink, I think I should get the right price.

Since the Albion kingdom's key figures are located in the background, he was trying to attract some nutritious information.

Clayo started working on the nearby table. It seemed suspicious that a chubby young man whispered to his superiors.

The young man's polite companion was a middle-aged woman in a dark green strange robes.

I've never seen a robes before. What kind of secret are you two whispering about?’

Even though it was a short distance, they were strangely unfamiliar and couldn't understand.

Even after I came to this world, I was able to understood immediately. I've never seen anything like this before.

As Clayo listened carefully, "Promise" shone in a particular glow.

At that moment, a new message floated over the dinner table.

[Your Item: CLIO's Promise]

[-"Promise" utilization exceeds 30%, meeting the requirements for multi-lingual interpretation of the two-step function "understanding".

*The operation rate of your item is proportional to your narrative intervention.]

Clayo blinked at the unfamiliar content of the message.

What? Multilingualism?

Shortly after the message died down, the conversation between the two men and women was clearly stuck in their ears as if the radio frequency was being matched.

"It's the first time I've seen three princes at once since I took office in Albion.”

"It's my first time, too.”

"Why, consul?”

"You know that. This country has no tradition of inheriting the eldest son. The three princes are on bad terms with each other. Especially, the second prince can't kill the third prince.”

"And, Consul, is it the two or three princes who are cursed by rumors?”

"Where did you pick up such a half-baked rumor? This time, the cursed child of the Rignan royal family is referring to the first.”

"What? The impeccable prince?”

The round eyes of the young man spread like a cartoon. He even shook his hands as if he couldn't believe it.

In a few weeks, the diplomats will be fans of Melchior.Denny, that guy's a living example.’

What a middle-aged man in a green uniform called a consular officer said, and Clayo also heard it for the first time.

The cursed child naturally thought it was only a word for Arthur, a heavenly devil woven into an ominous prophecy, but there must have been a twist here as well.

"The royal family of this country is not an onion, but a new genus of kkadokkado."

"Hmm, so you're 24 this year? It's been a long time, so it's inevitable that there are more people who don't know. I'll explain the details later. Now, the topic is ground. There must be quite a few people here who do carolinger.”

Realizing that Clayo was listening to the conversation at the other table, Rachel poked me in the ribs.

"What's so funny about the consul and second secretary of the Duchy of Speculum talking about, that you don't drink and get up to date?”

"Oh... I think it's about the princes, but I didn't hear you. Do the people of the Duchylum over there speak a different language than Albion?

"It's a small duchy, divided into Carolingian and Brunnenian regions, where the Consul Jacqueline DeBois speaks Carolingian."

"…I see."

"Ray, you can't act, so don't try to make things up in the future. You understand everything and ask me like I don't know anything. Can you even talk?"

"Well... it's been so long that it's strange."

An important question has been solved.

Multilingual interpretation. At first, I couldn't understand the sense that people's conversations were synchronized like radio frequencies.

Their words were interpreted as 'promise'.