Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 76 Nighttime, the Capital, the Royal Palace. U//ppTodatd fr//m n/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)\\/m

It is my duty to oversee this ball, which will be my last one as the grand chamberlain, and I cannot allow any harm or embarrassment to come to that black-haired boy, even if it means offending the nobles.

The guest from a faraway land that saved the Frontier, saved the Kingdom, and even refused to take any credit for that to save the Royal Family. And I was entrusted with a party to welcome him. And the matter with the orphans even saved the Royal Family itself.

The Royal familys reason for existence, which seems to have gotten mistakenly lost in the long tradition, was pointed out.

The nobles are vigilantly looking out for an opportunity to ridicule and mock that benefactor. The atmosphere of the venue went beyond threatening and reeks of clear malice. The majority is driven by envy and the desire to illicit love from those maidens.

They wouldnt shy from any measures if its for the sake of taking them away from that boy.

The nobles take pride in their refined education, so they must be intending to point out faults in regards to dancing, and after inventing some sort of pretext, make a conflict out of it. After all, the dance is the special privilege of the nobles, hammered into them from a tender age.

Even so, the ball is going to begin.

The sound of music being played begins to spread, and the atmosphere in the venue starts to change.The partition that separated the lower seats from seats of honor is no more, and the tables are moved to the wall.

The award ceremony is over and the event is about to proceed to the ball. Formally, the black-haired boy received no honors or rewards. But being announced and entering the very last he is treated as the most privileged guest.

The most privileged guest walks to the center of the hall Alone? He stands listlessly in the very middle of the floor by himself.

Seeing that the nobles snicker and jeer at him,Abandoned by his partnerorA country bumpkin who doesnt even know how to danceorBeing alone is just perfect for a clown, ridiculing and pointing fingers.

Then, the music starts.

The melody produced by the orchestra resounds through the venue.

That is a divine dance.

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