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Upon Emperor Polemos's arrival, his majestic and vigorous voice captured everyone's attention as the guests rejoiced.
"Emperor Polemos is finally here. That boastful young man is dead now."
"I was getting fed up with his messy eating. His presence really ruins one's mood and appetite."
Various smug comments were made, both openly and silently, as the guests cleared the path and observed with anticipation for the emperor to administer his punishment.
However, Emperor Polemos froze on the spot after hearing the Lord's casual question.
At that moment, the frog-masked young master quickly rushed out from the crowd and approached Emperor Polemos before he cried with injustice.
"Your Majesty! That guest in the red oni mask has been very rude throughout the banquet, daring to disrespect Your Majesty! This subordinate sought to educate that person on manners but not only was that person unrepentant, he also physically assaulted this subordinate!"
"I'm not sure if this person came by Your Majesty's invitation or if he snuck in, but he is very rude and violent, completely unfit to attend the Dark Lord's welcoming banquet. Please seek justice for this subordinate and administer punishment to that person for his insolence, Your Majesty!"
The frog masked young master requested while kneeling respectfully on one knee.
However, Emperor Polemos's face flushed with anger upon hearing the person's words before he barked, "Fart! If the Lord wants to verbally or physically abuse you, it would be your honor that the Lord even pays attention to you!"
"Completely unfit for the banquet, you say? If the Lord is unfit to attend his own banquet, then who else can be qualified, hmm? Hmph, the banquet would become meaningless without the Lord!" Polemos snorted.
Shortly after, he strolled past the frog-masked young master, who was stunned, before Polemos knelt before Albion and said subserviently, "This subordinate wouldn't dare, my Lord!"
Crack..!
The sound of shattered glasses was heard as glass cups slipped from the hands of shocked guests and dropped on the hard floor.
With the exception of those who already knew Albion's true identity, everyone else was in a state of disbelief, unable to process what they were hearing and seeing.
That young man was the Dark Lord?!
At the same time, Klein Seymour guffawed, "So that young man is the Dark Lord? Truly, only the Dark Lord can be a free-spirited person like this."
"Haiz…" Klein Seymour sighed shortly and shook his head ruefully, "If our statuses weren't so far apart, we could have been good friends."
"Father, have you noticed? That young man's voice is strangely familiar, don't you think?" Eleanor Seymour mentioned at Klein Seymour's side before she added, "I think I've heard it somewhere before…"
"Now that you mention it, his voice does kind of—hm?" Klein Seymour suddenly noticed something amiss before he asked with a frown, "Where did your little sister go? Weren't you looking after her?"
"Huh?"
Eleanor Seymour glanced back at their table, but Anya Seymour was nowhere to be seen. Only David Seymour could be seen sitting at the table alone.
"If you're looking for Anya, she already slipped away when we weren't paying attention," David Seymour said wryly.
Klein Seymour's lips twitched before rubbing his head with distress.
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After Polemos spoke, Albion gave him a casual glance before he calmly said, "Alright, get up already. You are, after all, the emperor in front of the people presented here. It's inappropriate for you to kneel before me in front of them. I should at least let you keep the dignity of an emperor, no?"
"Not inappropriate at all, my Lord!" Polemos quickly shook his head and said, "No matter how high my status is, my Lord is still the Lord who stands above all others. Therefore, it will never be inappropriate for anyone to kneel before you, my Lord."
"Kneel and greet the Lord!"
Polemos's voice quickly resounded throughout the venue before the crowd dropped onto one knee without delay.
"We greet the Lord!"
"We greet the Lord!"
No matter how shocked and stunned the guests were, no one dared to be slow once Emperor Polemos gave the order.
"Un," Albion nodded indifferently.
Without another order, no one dared to stand back up.
The guests continued to kneel while awaiting Albion's word, but it never came. Instead, shortly after acknowledging their greeting, Albion simply resumed eating.
"Un, the food is not bad. You were certainly meticulous in choosing the dishes for the menu, Polemos." Albion nodded with praise before saying, "You should organize more banquets in the future."
Polemos gawked for a moment before he said awkwardly, "The welcoming banquet isn't just about gathering to eat but for our subordinates to meet and become familiar with you, my Lord."
"All of tonight's event plans can no longer be followed up now that you have been exposed in front of everyone, my Lord," Polemos added ruefully.
"Welp, it is what it is," Albion shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Laws are made to be broken, and plans are made to be thrown out the window. Rarely do things go according to plan. As the saying goes; man proposes, and God disposes.
"Man proposes, and God disposes… That is quite an accurate saying, my Lord."
"Nevertheless, you have said some strange things, Polemos…" Albion gave him a weird glance and said, "You said it was this was a banquet for everyone to meet and become familiar with everyone."
"And yet, you complain that I have exposed myself in front of everyone? Not to mention, would they have known I was Lord if you hadn't knelt and addressed me as such? As such, this fault seems to lie with you, no?"
"Ahem!"
Polemos immediately coughed awkwardly as he realized that what the Lord said seems to be the case…
"You're right, my Lord," Polemos acknowledged.
Shortly after, he said wryly, "What this subordinate meant was the progress of revealing your identity was supposed to be a gradual process according to the game of the event. Now, I can only withdraw the prizes for identifying your identity from behind the mask, my Lord."
"There's no need for that," Albion shook his head and said, "Someone already figured out my identity before I was exposed to everyone else. You can give the prize to her."
"Oh? Which godly talented person figured you out, my Lord?" Polemos exclaimed with surprise.
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Upon Emperor Polemos's arrival, his majestic and vigorous voice captured everyone's attention as the guests rejoiced.
"Emperor Polemos is finally here. That boastful young man is dead now."
"I was getting fed up with his messy eating. His presence really ruins one's mood and appetite."
Various smug comments were made, both openly and silently, as the guests cleared the path and observed with anticipation for the emperor to administer his punishment.
However, Emperor Polemos froze on the spot after hearing the Lord's casual question.
At that moment, the frog-masked young master quickly rushed out from the crowd and approached Emperor Polemos before he cried with injustice.
"Your Majesty! That guest in the red oni mask has been very rude throughout the banquet, daring to disrespect Your Majesty! This subordinate sought to educate that person on manners but not only was that person unrepentant, he also physically assaulted this subordinate!"
"I'm not sure if this person came by Your Majesty's invitation or if he snuck in, but he is very rude and violent, completely unfit to attend the Dark Lord's welcoming banquet. Please seek justice for this subordinate and administer punishment to that person for his insolence, Your Majesty!"
The frog masked young master requested while kneeling respectfully on one knee.
However, Emperor Polemos's face flushed with anger upon hearing the person's words before he barked, "Fart! If the Lord wants to verbally or physically abuse you, it would be your honor that the Lord even pays attention to you!"
"Completely unfit for the banquet, you say? If the Lord is unfit to attend his own banquet, then who else can be qualified, hmm? Hmph, the banquet would become meaningless without the Lord!" Polemos snorted.
Shortly after, he strolled past the frog-masked young master, who was stunned, before Polemos knelt before Albion and said subserviently, "This subordinate wouldn't dare, my Lord!"
Crack..!
The sound of shattered glasses was heard as glass cups slipped from the hands of shocked guests and dropped on the hard floor.
With the exception of those who already knew Albion's true identity, everyone else was in a state of disbelief, unable to process what they were hearing and seeing.
That young man was the Dark Lord?!
At the same time, Klein Seymour guffawed, "So that young man is the Dark Lord? Truly, only the Dark Lord can be a free-spirited person like this."
"Haiz…" Klein Seymour sighed shortly and shook his head ruefully, "If our statuses weren't so far apart, we could have been good friends."
"Father, have you noticed? That young man's voice is strangely familiar, don't you think?" Eleanor Seymour mentioned at Klein Seymour's side before she added, "I think I've heard it somewhere before…"
"Now that you mention it, his voice does kind of—hm?" Klein Seymour suddenly noticed something amiss before he asked with a frown, "Where did your little sister go? Weren't you looking after her?"
"Huh?"
Eleanor Seymour glanced back at their table, but Anya Seymour was nowhere to be seen. Only David Seymour could be seen sitting at the table alone.
"If you're looking for Anya, she already slipped away when we weren't paying attention," David Seymour said wryly.
Klein Seymour's lips twitched before rubbing his head with distress.
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After Polemos spoke, Albion gave him a casual glance before he calmly said, "Alright, get up already. You are, after all, the emperor in front of the people presented here. It's inappropriate for you to kneel before me in front of them. I should at least let you keep the dignity of an emperor, no?"
"Not inappropriate at all, my Lord!" Polemos quickly shook his head and said, "No matter how high my status is, my Lord is still the Lord who stands above all others. Therefore, it will never be inappropriate for anyone to kneel before you, my Lord."
"Kneel and greet the Lord!"
Polemos's voice quickly resounded throughout the venue before the crowd dropped onto one knee without delay.
"We greet the Lord!"
"We greet the Lord!"
No matter how shocked and stunned the guests were, no one dared to be slow once Emperor Polemos gave the order.
"Un," Albion nodded indifferently.
Without another order, no one dared to stand back up.
The guests continued to kneel while awaiting Albion's word, but it never came. Instead, shortly after acknowledging their greeting, Albion simply resumed eating.
"Un, the food is not bad. You were certainly meticulous in choosing the dishes for the menu, Polemos." Albion nodded with praise before saying, "You should organize more banquets in the future."
Polemos gawked for a moment before he said awkwardly, "The welcoming banquet isn't just about gathering to eat but for our subordinates to meet and become familiar with you, my Lord."
"All of tonight's event plans can no longer be followed up now that you have been exposed in front of everyone, my Lord," Polemos added ruefully.
"Welp, it is what it is," Albion shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Laws are made to be broken, and plans are made to be thrown out the window. Rarely do things go according to plan. As the saying goes; man proposes, and God disposes.
"Man proposes, and God disposes… That is quite an accurate saying, my Lord."
"Nevertheless, you have said some strange things, Polemos…" Albion gave him a weird glance and said, "You said it was this was a banquet for everyone to meet and become familiar with everyone."
"And yet, you complain that I have exposed myself in front of everyone? Not to mention, would they have known I was Lord if you hadn't knelt and addressed me as such? As such, this fault seems to lie with you, no?"
"Ahem!"
Polemos immediately coughed awkwardly as he realized that what the Lord said seems to be the case…
"You're right, my Lord," Polemos acknowledged.
Shortly after, he said wryly, "What this subordinate meant was the progress of revealing your identity was supposed to be a gradual process according to the game of the event. Now, I can only withdraw the prizes for identifying your identity from behind the mask, my Lord."
"There's no need for that," Albion shook his head and said, "Someone already figured out my identity before I was exposed to everyone else. You can give the prize to her."
"Oh? Which godly talented person figured you out, my Lord?" Polemos exclaimed with surprise.
Upon Emperor Polemos's arrival, his majestic and vigorous voice captured everyone's attention as the guests rejoiced."Emperor Polemos is finally here. That boastful young man is dead now.""I was getting fed up with his messy eating. His presence really ruins one's mood and appetite."Various smug comments were made, both openly and silently, as the guests cleared the path and observed with anticipation for the emperor to administer his punishment.However, Emperor Polemos froze on the spot after hearing the Lord's casual question.At that moment, the frog-masked young master quickly rushed out from the crowd and approached Emperor Polemos before he cried with injustice."Your Majesty! That guest in the red oni mask has been very rude throughout the banquet, daring to disrespect Your Majesty! This subordinate sought to educate that person on manners but not only was that person unrepentant, he also physically assaulted this subordinate!""I'm not sure if this person came by Your Majesty's invitation or if he snuck in, but he is very rude and violent, completely unfit to attend the Dark Lord's welcoming banquet. Please seek justice for this subordinate and administer punishment to that person for his insolence, Your Majesty!"The frog masked young master requested while kneeling respectfully on one knee.However, Emperor Polemos's face flushed with anger upon hearing the person's words before he barked, "Fart! If the Lord wants to verbally or physically abuse you, it would be your honor that the Lord even pays attention to you!""Completely unfit for the banquet, you say? If the Lord is unfit to attend his own banquet, then who else can be qualified, hmm? Hmph, the banquet would become meaningless without the Lord!" Polemos snorted.Shortly after, he strolled past the frog-masked young master, who was stunned, before Polemos knelt before Albion and said subserviently, "This subordinate wouldn't dare, my Lord!"Crack..!The sound of shattered glasses was heard as glass cups slipped from the hands of shocked guests and dropped on the hard floor.With the exception of those who already knew Albion's true identity, everyone else was in a state of disbelief, unable to process what they were hearing and seeing.That young man was the Dark Lord?!At the same time, Klein Seymour guffawed, "So that young man is the Dark Lord? Truly, only the Dark Lord can be a free-spirited person like this.""Haiz" Klein Seymour sighed shortly and shook his head ruefully, "If our statuses weren't so far apart, we could have been good friends.""Father, have you noticed? That young man's voice is strangely familiar, don't you think?" Eleanor Seymour mentioned at Klein Seymour's side before she added, "I think I've heard it somewhere before""Now that you mention it, his voice does kind ofhm?" Klein Seymour suddenly noticed something amiss before he asked with a frown, "Where did your little sister go? Weren't you looking after her?""Huh?"Eleanor Seymour glanced back at their table, but Anya Seymour was nowhere to be seen. Only David Seymour could be seen sitting at the table alone."If you're looking for Anya, she already slipped away when we weren't paying attention," David Seymour said wryly.Klein Seymour's lips twitched before rubbing his head with distress.After Polemos spoke, Albion gave him a casual glance before he calmly said, "Alright, get up already. You are, after all, the emperor in front of the people presented here. It's inappropriate for you to kneel before me in front of them. I should at least let you keep the dignity of an emperor, no?""Not inappropriate at all, my Lord!" Polemos quickly shook his head and said, "No matter how high my status is, my Lord is still the Lord who stands above all others. Therefore, it will never be inappropriate for anyone to kneel before you, my Lord.""Kneel and greet the Lord!"Polemos's voice quickly resounded throughout the venue before the crowd dropped onto one knee without delay."We greet the Lord!""We greet the Lord!"No matter how shocked and stunned the guests were, no one dared to be slow once Emperor Polemos gave the order."Un," Albion nodded indifferently.Without another order, no one dared to stand back up.The guests continued to kneel while awaiting Albion's word, but it never came. Instead, shortly after acknowledging their greeting, Albion simply resumed eating."Un, the food is not bad. You were certainly meticulous in choosing the dishes for the menu, Polemos." Albion nodded with praise before saying, "You should organize more banquets in the future."Polemos gawked for a moment before he said awkwardly, "The welcoming banquet isn't just about gathering to eat but for our subordinates to meet and become familiar with you, my Lord.""All of tonight's event plans can no longer be followed up now that you have been exposed in front of everyone, my Lord," Polemos added ruefully."Welp, it is what it is," Albion shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Laws are made to be broken, and plans are made to be thrown out the window. Rarely do things go according to plan. As the saying goes; man proposes, and God disposes."Man proposes, and God disposes That is quite an accurate saying, my Lord.""Nevertheless, you have said some strange things, Polemos" Albion gave him a weird glance and said, "You said it was this was a banquet for everyone to meet and become familiar with everyone.""And yet, you complain that I have exposed myself in front of everyone? Not to mention, would they have known I was Lord if you hadn't knelt and addressed me as such? As such, this fault seems to lie with you, no?""Ahem!"Polemos immediately coughed awkwardly as he realized that what the Lord said seems to be the case"You're right, my Lord," Polemos acknowledged.Shortly after, he said wryly, "What this subordinate meant was the progress of revealing your identity was supposed to be a gradual process according to the game of the event. Now, I can only withdraw the prizes for identifying your identity from behind the mask, my Lord.""There's no need for that," Albion shook his head and said, "Someone already figured out my identity before I was exposed to everyone else. You can give the prize to her.""Oh? Which godly talented person figured you out, my Lord?" Polemos exclaimed with surprise.
