My Viins Episode 470


    66.


    After the title ceremony for the Silver Prince (25) was over, King Ruil Rix II held a dinner for the newly appointed vassals of the empire. Even though the banquet was held at the military camp, the outfit was excellent.


    No, honestly, it wasn’t great, so my mouth dropped.


    Arge dining table carved out of white wood was ced one after another on the podium, and chairs with fancy decorations on high backs were arranged ording to the number of VIPs of over 50. The white top of the table was soon covered with a luxurious tablecloth. It was made of thickyers of fine linen dyed with purple dye.


    When dining outdoors, it wasmon to rece the front te with a t, crusty bread. Even moderate nobles did so outdoors where it was difficult to use tableware, and eating food with bare hands was also taken for granted


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    However, the banquet given by the richest man on the continent was different from the norm. Shiny silver tes and utensils were spread out, followed by rows of cartsden with all kinds of food.


    I burst outughing as I sat down on a chair with a velvet cushion.


    “…it hits the goal. Why do you pack and carry all these things with you on an expedition?”


    “Isn’t that the meaning of the existence of the maidservant?”


    The one who answered my self-talk was Rupyrus, the courtier. His cute nickname ‘Tutu’ and his plump face make him look easy at first nce, but he is one of the emperor’s aides and the general manager of court officials.


    “The emperor’s dignity is like the sun and the moon, so it must not lose its light at any time. Also, thanks to the chief chambein’s detailed preparations, I was able to treat precious people well.”


    “……Ah yes.”


    As already exined, this banquet was a ce to wee the new nobles of the empire. Thanks to that, we had no choice but to sit together with all kinds of aristocrats and high-ranking officers brought by the emperor, ufortable and awkward.


    This arrangement of seats also followed ss, so people with simr titles and ranks had no choice but to gather together.


    “Four chefs from the imperial family followed, so if you’re lucky, you’ll be able to taste the best food in the empire. Ah, why should they be lucky, because these people med the circumstances…


    Those with the highest ranks, of course, sat at the emperor’s table. King Ruilix II was sitting on a thronerge enough for three or four men, and his left and right sides were upied by his guardian, Fabio, and Viscount Anya Nell, respectively. Next to them were Prince Ulkar and Luyan, who had be the imperial concubine, and Imperial Marshal Nadim and Bishop Aramos of Hong sat next to them. Because the emperor wanted to have a conversation with the nudein lord, Atnta also sat around the end of the day with an awkward face.


    “Since there aren’t any fancy facilities, I’m very sorry that I can’t show my skills… As


    Eisbowald’s prince, I should also sit at that table somewhere, but I thought I’d get sick of it sooner if I ate at a ce like that. He quickly ran to the table next to him.


    Of course, escorting the prince is important, but… Well, from the moment I entered the imperial army’s garrison on my own, that kind of thing became meaningless. In a situation where thousands of imperial troops were crowded, what use would it be to stick close to the prince holding a sword tightly?


    Anyway, I escaped the ufortable seat and ran to the next table, and several of the emperor’s aides followed me.


    “But, in fact, if you ask me if there is such a dramatic difference from eating at the imperial pce, I can only say that I don’t know…


    One of them was Tutu, who sat in my seat diagonally and chatted non-stop.


    “Of course, some people with picky tastes even say that the taste is very different…


    I didn’t know it when I saw it a week ago, but this man talks a lot. Dozens of servants go back and forth in the handcart and chatter all the time while filling the tablecloths.


    In my heart, I want to swear at him to shut up, but……. No, let’s hold back. I’m not some kind of social talisman, and I can’t cause trouble in such an important position.


    Meanwhile, it wasn’t this talkative courtier who followed me.


    “Do you have oatmeal?”


    “Ah, I will be coloneled soon.”


    “Prepare it with just a little pepper and no salt.”


    “Yes sir.”


    It was Geombaek Tuacello who ordered oat porridge from the servant in front of all kinds of delicacies.


    This middle-aged aristocrat, wearing a short coat and a stylish chaperone hanging from his back, was staring at me sitting across from him. I didn’t notice any color in that gaze, but it was rather irritating. It would have been even more strange if it wasn’t ufortable because it was the watchful eyes sent by the master of the sword.


    Also, at the end of the table sat a woman with translucent rocky skin. At first nce, this sorcerer, called the ‘Crystal Golem of Aringen,’ looked like a crystal statue, and it was difficult to imagine eating food. Thanks to that, sitting in front of the table was awkward, but I couldn’t tell him to leave because I was in a bad mood, so I tried to look away.


    Of course, the table wasn’t entirely filled with ufortable people.


    “Come.”


    The main character of the excited voice was none other than Moongchi. He saw the roast duck that had just been ced on the table, his eyes twinkled and he looked back at me.


    “…what. why’?”


    “Cut it.”


    “You make it and eat it.”


    “Cut it.”


    “Because you do it.”


    Instead of using a group in response to the firm refusal, they pursed their lips and pointed their forks and knives toward the whole roasted duck. Then, with a clumsy skill, he began to hack the duck’s wings.


    “…Ugh. Give it to me.”


    “lol.”


    I couldn’t put on a frenzied deconstruction explosion show at a table where many people were sitting around, so I cut off the wings, legs and breast meat appropriately.


    “Don’t start with meat, eat some vegetables first.”


    ” yes.”


    After answering like that, a bunch of moist breast meat and crispy skin wereyered on top of each other and put into the mouth.


    “…okay. I’m just d I didn’t eat it with my hands.”


    When I took a handful of romaine and butterhead figs from a sd topped with cumbersome flower decorations and put them on a te, he smiled again.


    “Oh, thisdy here is the famous dark-eyed courtier,


    who coughed and corrected her words.


    “I heard that there is a female swordsman from the Eastern Continent among the subordinates of Lord Phoenix, or the Count, but she must be right here.”


    “He’s not a subordinate… well, he’s the only one from the East.”


    “indeed.”


    When Mungchi didn’t respond, Rupyrus spoke to him in fluent Mnole, assuming that he didn’t understand what he was saying.


    “I have always admired the culture of the East, but I think this is the first time I have met an Easterner who is not a merchant. beautiful girl. May I ask your name?”


    “……no.”


    “…uh. Umm no?”


    Moongchi nced at the royal court bag with eyes saying, ‘What is this idiot?’, then focused on the duck again.


    “Because the child is a bit clumsy. Don’t worry too much about it.”


    “Ah, is that so…


    Rupyrus nodded his head in disbelief, then turned his attention back to me.


    “Anyway, you are truly blessed to be the lord of Eisbowald. As you may already know, there is a ce called ‘Audreys’ among the manors that have be His Excellency’s estates. It is a town widely known for its good wood, and my favorite piece of furniture is the bookshelf made of rosewood from Audreys. Thanks to the elegant scent of the rose tree, the redness of reading is still intact, and I unconsciously touched the ss in front of me. It was a tin cup embossed with lions, dragons, and all kinds of animals, and it seemed that if you hit it on the head with it, you could easily kill at least one person.


    “Oh dear. Your ss is empty.”


    When he asked for cold water from the servant who ran to him, Rupyrus tilted his head with a puzzled look on his face.


    “Are you not drinking? Please taste the wine from Miteltang.” “No, thanks. It’s been a long time since I’ve lost Eisbovalt.”


    “Yes? Are you nning to go back after dinner?”


    “It should be. The emperor is grateful for the hospitality that His Majesty the Emperor bestowed upon him, but as you know, the whole territory is a mess, so there are things to do.”


    Of course it’s an excuse.


    In major upied areas such as Eisbovald, Froshaven, and Bulfurt, knights and officers were already working hard. There would be no problem if the negotiators, including Prince Ulkar, were to leave for a while.


    But that doesn’t mean you can’t just y around. Just by looking at the eyes of the soldiers guarding the podium, it was clear what the imperial army was thinking of us, so how could we rx and drink?


    daughter.


    I suddenly turned to my right and saw He, staring in the direction of the beach, messing around with cream-covered bread. The tin cup in front of her was clean and empty, but she could tell from the red mark that it was full of wine.


    Perhaps feeling my stare, He turned to me with a calm face and held out the bread.


    “…custard?”


    “…No, that’s okay.”


    Around the time I let out a small sigh, I heard boisterousughter from the seat of honor.


    “Uh-ha ha ha! Yes, that’s right! How confident you are!” It was none other than Lou Elix II who was smiling and pping his hands as he looked at Prince Ulkar.


    Instead of taking off his golden mask, the emperor, wearing a veil, broke his ss and jumped to his feet.


    “Where is our red knight, the rider of the madman running through Zelntree! Lord Phoenix von Defelken!”


    Right after I got the title of Prince of Eisbowald, the Emperor gave me the surname ‘Dfelken’ as a gift. It means ‘with two horns’ in the ancient Spachtnguage, and it is a castle I made based on the fact that I rode a bicorn.


    Originally, the emperor intended to give me a surname derived from my nickname. However, the bloody swordsman and the rider of light-swords looked ominous in the eyes of the Gwangmyeong cult, and when they were taken from nicknames such as the red knight or the beheader, onlymon surnames came to mind, so they said that they chose Defelken.


    …But isn’t it an ominous castle if it’s from the Beast, Vicorn?


    It’s my new surname. Anyway, the excited emperor kept looking for me, so I got up scratching my eyebrows.


    “Oh you were there!”


    Ruilix II pointed at me with the hand holding the ss and said in a pleasant voice.


    “I found the sutra because I wanted to ask something.”


    “Tell me, Your Majesty.”


    “If only. If the.”


    The emperor’s face, visible through the veil, was a mischievous smile.


    “If my guardian, General Fabio, and Sirpete, who do you think will win?”


    I can roughly guess what the situation is. They must have yed VS, thinking, ‘Who is really better at fighting?’


    I burst outughing and answered without hesitation.


    “Me.”


    The emperor burst intoughter.