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King has Lost His Mind
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“…” (Harold)
Good evening. It’s me, Harold.
The moment we stepped into the venue for the celebratory banquet, we were flooded with the intense gazes of the gathered nobles.
“Hmm, what’s going on here?” (Harold)
“It’s likely because Haru-sama and I are dressed differently from everyone else.” (Alexandra)
“Ahh, I see…” (Harold)
Indeed, our outfits are far from what this world considers normal. It’s no wonder we’re getting these odd looks.
“No matter what others think, it doesn’t matter, does it? I… I think Haru-sama’s appearance is more splendid than anyone here… no, more than anyone in the world.” (Alexandra)
“Haha, thank you. Of course, Xandra, you look… uh, incredibly beautiful too. So much so that even a goddess would pale in comparison.” (Harold)
“Fuaa!?” (Alexandra)
Hearing such an adorable sound from my beloved fiancée makes me feel truly satisfied. However, given Xandra’s daring outfit today, I’ll need to keep an eye on her to ward off any stares from other men.
Then…
“Hey, Harold. Your outfit today is incredible. Could you tell me which designer made it?” (Raphael)
Raphael spoke cheerfully, holding a glass in one hand.
“This was tailored by Lady Selway’s shop on the main street. But…” (Harold)
“Oh? Now I’m even more interested.” (Raphael)
When I whispered to him that I had run into Margaret at the tailor’s shop, a dark grin spread across Raphael’s face.
Knowing his grudge against Margaret, he’ll likely head to the tailor’s shop soon, hoping to dig up some dirt on her.
Why do I think that? Because Margaret is a proud woman. For her to visit a tailor outside the palace personally is unheard of, even if it’s for her own dress. There must have been some ulterior motive.
“I was hoping I could find information that would please you, Brother.” (Harold)
“You’ve got some nerve. But… I see, so you’re like me after all…” (Raphael)
Raphael’s gaze shifted from one of curiosity to a warmer, more sympathetic look.
It seems he now sees me as a comrade. Though I no longer have any lingering feelings for that woman, I’m not one to actively seek revenge like Raphael. Still, if she ever threatens Xandra, I’d fight her, even if she were my own mother.
“Well, I think I’ll actually enjoy tonight’s banquet for a change.” (Raphael)
With that said, Raphael left the place in a good mood.
—
“His Majesty the King, along with the First Queen and Second Queen, have entered the hall!” (??)
The voice of the civil official in charge of today’s event echoed through the venue.
At last, the New Year’s banquet was about to begin… Wait, what!?
“Thank you all for your patience.” (King Eibar)
“Ufufu…” (Samantha)
You’ve got to be kidding me. Why is Samantha Allport, Wilfred’s mother and the king’s mistress, standing beside King Eibar?
“What could His Majesty be thinking?” (Alexandra)
“Indeed…” (Harold)
Xandra muttered, and I nodded in agreement.
In all my memories, Harold’s memories, Samantha had never once participated in any royal event. Naturally so. A mere mistress has no right to be at such gatherings. And yet, here she stands at the king’s side, taking precedence over both queens. There can be no greater humiliation for them.
Margaret’s visibly bulging temple vein shows how enraged she is, and even the Second Queen, Rosemary, looks too exasperated to speak. But the most enraged of all…
“…” (Raphael)
…was Raphael.
For someone like him, with an extreme obsession with his mother, seeing her treated this way would stir deep resentment.
“Well then, before we begin tonight’s banquet, I have an announcement for all of you.” (Eibar)
The hall, already unsettled by Samantha’s appearance, grew even noisier at King Eibar’s words.
This can’t be good.
“Haha… No way…” (Harold)
What flashed through my mind was what King Eibar had declared in Enhaz when he lost his sanity—
‘Whoever brings me the most beautiful fiancée in the world shall be the next king.’
There’s still a year and three months before the main story begins, and neither Wilfred nor I have even reached adulthood. Surely, it won’t happen now.
But anxiety gnawed at me, and I found myself gripping Xandra’s hand tightly.
“Haru-sama… It’s okay. It’s going to be okay…” (Alexandra)
As if sensing my unease, Xandra squeezed my hand firmly in return. Just that alone lightened my heart a little.
And then…
“I hereby declare Samantha Allport to be my Third Queen!” (King Eibar)
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