The light of the fireworks slowly faded away, signaling the end of the festival for the day.
Watching the light die out from the screen, Milia felt her heart fulfilled.
“Good job everyone.”
She clapped and everyone nodded.
It was then that Ketia who had been silent until now changed her expression as she received a message,
“We have a situation. The Dark Phantom is moving and approaching his Highness.”
Milia frowned. Dark Phantom was part of the demon race. A B+ race with the ability to move through the shadow dimension. Thanks to this they were all very powerful assassin.
The only known Dark Phantom in Lustburg was the demon contracted to Duchess Milaris.
It would have been nearly impossible for her agents to catch him if he tried to sneak up so this means he was openly showing himself.
“Leave him alone.”
Milia sighed, ‘I am sorry your highness. All I could give you was one night of dream.’
Sol was not a kid anymore. He was the to-be King of all humanity. A night where he could act like a child was rare and she was happy that she had at least been able to give him a good time.
“Why do you think he is approaching him?”
“Most likely it’s about their guests.”
If the Travers family was related to Greed Dike, then the Milaris were closer to Envilya.
An important guest had recently contacted the crown shadow through the Milaris family. Still, Milias had been unable to do much as she did not have any authority pertaining to the diplomatic envoy.
“Ketia this is your job. Immediately rejoin his highness…” Milia began to give orders to keep everything organized.
The crown’s shadow was composed of three divisions: the hand, the eyes, and the feet [1].
The Feet was the division charged with foreign relations. Diplomacy was their bread and butter. It was also the Organisation under the order of Ketia.
The eyes were the spy division placed all over the kingdom and a few foreign kingdoms. Finally the hand–was the assassin division. The one tasked to protect the crown in the dark and to do the dirty jobs when necessary.
“Edgar, take care of the rest of the festival. Began circling Milaris mansion and see if anything weird happens.”
Milia did not believe that Milaris would do anything funny now. But better be safe than sorry.
“Well, I am going.”
Ketia took a few steps back before sinking in the shadow and moving away in a flash.
Ever since they had been crushed by the Undead Puppet Berthold which was controlled by Drei, Edgar; Ketia and Arias had been working hard in order to develop new skills.
She was glad to see their current progress.
—-
Sol, who had been basking in happiness and savoring the gentle kiss he was sharing with Isis sighed inwardly when he felt a flurry of movement in the surroundings.
He had been suppressing his senses until now, but it seemed that the beautiful night had ended. Like cinderella escaping from the ball as her transformation slowly undid, Sol had to cast away his childish self once again and wear the oh-so-fitting mask of prince and future King that he had been wearing all his life.
Slowly separating his lips from Isis, his smile changed in a calm and mature one as he patted her head and looked in the distance.
“Come out now.”
“I am sorry for disturbing you, your Highness.”
A black-haired man wearing a butler attire slowly walked out of the shadow and bowed with an expression full of respect.
What else could he do? When he had been tasked by the Duchess to come to invite the Prince, he had thought that this would be an easy mission. After all, the prince in his memory was still nothing more than a young pup. A small wolf that had yet to grow his teeth.
But now…He felt all his instincts screaming at him that if he was to show the slightest disrespect, his head would be sent flying. Even now, standing up upright was a difficulty as the aura seemed to weigh on his shoulder and gave him the urge to simply kneel.
“Sol…”
Sol gave an impassive look at the butler but lowered his pressure when Sheherazade tugged at his horn. Her voice was filled with worry.
Since he did not wish to startle his little fairy friend, Sol put on a gentle smile and faced the butler. It was as if his oppressive aura had been nothing but a lie.
Still, this didn’t mean that he had calmed down.
“I remember you. Since when can a vassal call their superior as they wish? Did Milaris become a queen while I was away?”
“I would not dare.”
The butler sweated profusely and shook his head. “The Duchess cannot move as she is entertaining an important guest.”
Sol mused a little while before looking behind him, “Ketia, come out.”
“I am here your highness.”
“It has been a while, I hope you have been well.”
“Everything is perfect.”
The difference in treatment was clear for all to see, but the butler did not–could not complain. So he only watched on.
It was hard to say when, but the entire zone had already been cleared of all pedestrians, only leaving a few moving members of the crown shadow slowly circling the perimeter.
“Very well. Since you are here, I suppose that Milia sent you. Pray, tell me who is the guest I am supposed to meet?”
This was a test in a way from Sol. The crown shadow was supposed to have evolved and doubled on the surveillance.
If anyone could enter the Capital without them being aware then they were useless.
Ketia was not stupid and she could clearly feel the edge in his voice. She understood that the only reason he was not more direct with his words was that she was Lilin's personal maid.
“We already uncovered the identity of the Guest of Milaris. She is a diplomatic guest that had been waiting for your arrival.”
“Name?”
This time he was very curious about who it might be to cause such a fuss.
“Anastasia Invidia [2]. The second Princess of Envilya.”
Sol closed his eyes and chuckled, causing bewilderment to appear on everyone's face except Isis and Sheherazade who were astonished.
In the end, all Sol could murmur was.
“Fate is truly mysterious.”
It seemed that he suddenly would not need the help of the witches as much as previously.
He wondered what kind of expression Ambrosia would show if she learned of this.
—-
[1]: Sigh. I really wonder what the hell I was thinking when I named those divisions. I like the Eyes. But the [Hand] and [Feet] seem weird lol. Perhaps I will change it to three divisions. [Shield]; [Spear]; [Sword]. Lol, can I get sued if I do this?
[2]: If anyone thinks I pulled this out of nowhere. Go read Vol 8 special Chapter: Succubi of Envilya to refresh your memory.
My goal is to reach the top 25 in trending (All time/monthly). I know we can do it. If you want to read my other works, join me on P@treon: https://[email protected]/HikaruGenji (Replace the @ with a for those who don’t know about the site)
The light of the fireworks slowly faded away, signaling the end of the festival for the day.
Watching the light die out from the screen, Milia felt her heart fulfilled.
“Good job everyone.”
She clapped and everyone nodded.
It was then that Ketia who had been silent until now changed her expression as she received a message,
“We have a situation. The Dark Phantom is moving and approaching his Highness.”
Milia frowned. Dark Phantom was part of the demon race. A B+ race with the ability to move through the shadow dimension. Thanks to this they were all very powerful assassin.
The only known Dark Phantom in Lustburg was the demon contracted to Duchess Milaris.
It would have been nearly impossible for her agents to catch him if he tried to sneak up so this means he was openly showing himself.
“Leave him alone.”
Milia sighed, ‘I am sorry your highness. All I could give you was one night of dream.’
Sol was not a kid anymore. He was the to-be King of all humanity. A night where he could act like a child was rare and she was happy that she had at least been able to give him a good time.
“Why do you think he is approaching him?”
“Most likely it’s about their guests.”
If the Travers family was related to Greed Dike, then the Milaris were closer to Envilya.
An important guest had recently contacted the crown shadow through the Milaris family. Still, Milias had been unable to do much as she did not have any authority pertaining to the diplomatic envoy.
“Ketia this is your job. Immediately rejoin his highness…” Milia began to give orders to keep everything organized.
The crown’s shadow was composed of three divisions: the hand, the eyes, and the feet [1].
The Feet was the division charged with foreign relations. Diplomacy was their bread and butter. It was also the Organisation under the order of Ketia.
The eyes were the spy division placed all over the kingdom and a few foreign kingdoms. Finally the hand–was the assassin division. The one tasked to protect the crown in the dark and to do the dirty jobs when necessary.
“Edgar, take care of the rest of the festival. Began circling Milaris mansion and see if anything weird happens.”
Milia did not believe that Milaris would do anything funny now. But better be safe than sorry.
“Well, I am going.”
Ketia took a few steps back before sinking in the shadow and moving away in a flash.
Ever since they had been crushed by the Undead Puppet Berthold which was controlled by Drei, Edgar; Ketia and Arias had been working hard in order to develop new skills.
She was glad to see their current progress.
—-
Sol, who had been basking in happiness and savoring the gentle kiss he was sharing with Isis sighed inwardly when he felt a flurry of movement in the surroundings.
He had been suppressing his senses until now, but it seemed that the beautiful night had ended. Like cinderella escaping from the ball as her transformation slowly undid, Sol had to cast away his childish self once again and wear the oh-so-fitting mask of prince and future King that he had been wearing all his life.
Slowly separating his lips from Isis, his smile changed in a calm and mature one as he patted her head and looked in the distance.
“Come out now.”
“I am sorry for disturbing you, your Highness.”
A black-haired man wearing a butler attire slowly walked out of the shadow and bowed with an expression full of respect.
What else could he do? When he had been tasked by the Duchess to come to invite the Prince, he had thought that this would be an easy mission. After all, the prince in his memory was still nothing more than a young pup. A small wolf that had yet to grow his teeth.
But now…He felt all his instincts screaming at him that if he was to show the slightest disrespect, his head would be sent flying. Even now, standing up upright was a difficulty as the aura seemed to weigh on his shoulder and gave him the urge to simply kneel.
“Sol…”
Sol gave an impassive look at the butler but lowered his pressure when Sheherazade tugged at his horn. Her voice was filled with worry.
Since he did not wish to startle his little fairy friend, Sol put on a gentle smile and faced the butler. It was as if his oppressive aura had been nothing but a lie.
Still, this didn’t mean that he had calmed down.
“I remember you. Since when can a vassal call their superior as they wish? Did Milaris become a queen while I was away?”
“I would not dare.”
The butler sweated profusely and shook his head. “The Duchess cannot move as she is entertaining an important guest.”
Sol mused a little while before looking behind him, “Ketia, come out.”
“I am here your highness.”
“It has been a while, I hope you have been well.”
“Everything is perfect.”
The difference in treatment was clear for all to see, but the butler did not–could not complain. So he only watched on.
It was hard to say when, but the entire zone had already been cleared of all pedestrians, only leaving a few moving members of the crown shadow slowly circling the perimeter.
“Very well. Since you are here, I suppose that Milia sent you. Pray, tell me who is the guest I am supposed to meet?”
This was a test in a way from Sol. The crown shadow was supposed to have evolved and doubled on the surveillance.
If anyone could enter the Capital without them being aware then they were useless.
Ketia was not stupid and she could clearly feel the edge in his voice. She understood that the only reason he was not more direct with his words was that she was Lilin's personal maid.
“We already uncovered the identity of the Guest of Milaris. She is a diplomatic guest that had been waiting for your arrival.”
“Name?”
This time he was very curious about who it might be to cause such a fuss.
“Anastasia Invidia [2]. The second Princess of Envilya.”
Sol closed his eyes and chuckled, causing bewilderment to appear on everyone's face except Isis and Sheherazade who were astonished.
In the end, all Sol could murmur was.
“Fate is truly mysterious.”
It seemed that he suddenly would not need the help of the witches as much as previously.
He wondered what kind of expression Ambrosia would show if she learned of this.
—-
[1]: Sigh. I really wonder what the hell I was thinking when I named those divisions. I like the Eyes. But the [Hand] and [Feet] seem weird lol. Perhaps I will change it to three divisions. [Shield]; [Spear]; [Sword]. Lol, can I get sued if I do this?
[2]: If anyone thinks I pulled this out of nowhere. Go read Vol 8 special Chapter: Succubi of Envilya to refresh your memory.
My goal is to reach the top 25 in trending (All time/monthly). I know we can do it. If you want to read my other works, join me on P@treon: https://[email protected]/HikaruGenji (Replace the @ with a for those who don’t know about the site)
