J 27

 

The hall is packed with people.

Haughty looks cross mine and an unpleasant sensation grips my stomach.

" Baron, calm your ardent instincts, you can't risk relegation, not after the accident with Regnant Frik. "

I inhale deeply and return to my ranks, simulating an aplomb that doesn't belong to me much right now.

The smell of superiority violently hits my nostrils, but I try to contain myself and do my job as best I can.

I was in fact entrusted with being a vassal manager of the flagship event of the Zoor kingdom.

This is the great winter ceremony, a presumptuous and opulent party, under the banner of snobbery and vulgar superficiality, full of haughty arrogant, circling only by their egos and flatterers.

Bleah.

But let's go by grade.

I have already told you, in the previous chapter, that I have been demoted to a vassal and that here in the kingdom of Zoor the fluidity of the titles is an objective fact.

However albeit demoted, fortunately I have retained some of my privileges, which consist to be the one who have the last word in worldly events such as the one I was talking about a few lines ago.

The question arises spontaneously in you: but if you have just described this event so contemptuously, why are you not only part of it, but even its organizer?

Quickly said: it is the way I have to be able to take back what has been taken from me.

But it is better if I go back to focusing on the continuation of the event, I feel someone I can't bear to stare at me for a while ...

I will update you as soon as the event is over.

                                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                         

                                                                                                                                    Baron