195 Episode 183: Serious Air Unless He's Entangled As Ever

The venue was already filled with most guests and was waiting for the party to begin.

Thanks to Forslin's pre-conditioning, few people are openly annoying here.

Still, it was hard to say that all of us had a good impression of Party Lead, as we had expected. There are many people who are unpleasant just because they don't show up. It was exactly what Fima expected.

And there were some people who had strong discomfort here.

The attendees were face-to-face in order to be elves, but the young man who stood behind the wall was a particularly beautiful young man. His arms crossed was still beautiful, despite his discomfort. The aristocratic daughters nearby are enthralled by the youth's beauty and blush their cheeks.

A party venue next to him-Forthlyn, the owner of this mansion, smiled bitterly.

Deputy, "Please don't look so displeased. I would have to have you attend as your King, as long as your Majesty couldn't attend the government." I didn't want to attend the place. ''

With a disgruntled expression, the young man spit out her inner heart.

"Is it from your Majesty's instruction too?" Mixed race "So why can't you stay here. Why am I with such a dragon?" "It's mixed, but my granddaughter But there is, too. "

The young man moved his eyebrows a little in the words of Forthlyn, but turned his head before saying his word of thanks.

Celius Eldafoss.

The eldest son of King Eldaphos, and from the perspective of Forthlyn, his brother's son ── nephew. Eldafoss is the second highest Prince of the Party venue.

"Your Highness has never seen my grandson's face in the first place." It would be worthless for the Eldafoss royal family. ''

No mixed races-this is not a specialty of Celius, but a common perception for Eldaphos. Everyone at this place had the same feeling at the base.

The fact that the king had officially acknowledged kept the dissatisfaction from escaping, but its majesty was hard to reach.

The person had done the negotiation beforehand, but he understood that it was more than enough. However, it wasn't easy to work hard enough to nominate the words of Prince II.

"As far as El Dafoss is concerned, that is going to be about the future with Diagar. I don't want to be so dissatisfied."

Serias tried to refute his uncle's complaints, but was unable to find the words well and only silently wrinkled his eyebrows.

(Sharma, why did you suddenly push such a challenge?)

Forsulin sighed, calling himself the king's name by heart, in a manner that did not hide his complaints from his nephew.

Forsulin understands the royal family's purebredness too well, and thinks it should be.

On the other hand, he knew that he had to be somewhat divisive as a king's assistant to public affairs. And the king's order to the second prince would be a reasonable measure in terms of diplomacy.

However, there were two problems.

One is that the story is too quick. Such a story is that the king and the assistant to the public affairs should assemble a detailed setup in advance, but three days before the party, a proposal was suddenly made from the mouth of the king.

Then, the second prince, who received the order, took on emotions rather than reason, which combined turbidity as a public affairs.

The second prince is never stupid. Rather, he is intelligent in peacetime and has the ability as a royal family. However, he could not deny lack of experience due to his youth.

By the way, I was worried about what had happened, and the throb spread from one corner of the venue.

Looking there, it was a scene where the servants of the mansion were arranging people near the entrance.

Apparently, it has arrived.

Guest In fact, Forsulin has not yet seen her dressed up yet. Even my grandfather was forced out of the room to dress up, saying "male is in the way."

While having a regret, he was looking forward to being patient until it appeared at the venue.

I wait for time with a feeling of expectations and anxiety mixed.

──The door of the venue was opened, and today's guest appeared.

A woman's full body that has the fair skin and long ears characteristic of an elf, but is rarely found in the elf. However, everyone was fascinated by its appearance, which has such a beauty that it does not give a lower impression.

Everyone knew it was a mixed race of elves and dragons. But even so, it seems even a trivial matter before her beauty.

Forsulin's unfavorableness is obvious at first glance. Everyone at the venue was captivated by Real's appearance.

The guest's only complaint is that the adventurer of that race, Shiroyasha, is playing the role of escort. Real's unsatisfied expression, which is being pulled by Shirayasha, makes Forcelyn growl.

But he is also a public figure. He swallowed the dissatisfaction that had risen to his throat, and had nothing to do to fix his face that did not eat anything.

Once dissatisfied, drive into one corner of your head and think realistically.

Perhaps it's no exaggeration to say that at this point half of the party wants to succeed. The first impressions of the dignitaries should have been firm.

First Impression Real's costumes, dressings, and makeup were provided by the finest in Eldafoss. He wants to dispel his dissatisfaction with being a mixed race.

While still at Eldafoss, Raylina had attended several aristocratic parties, but she was so fascinated by the beauty of her dress. Since it is such a live copy of Ray Lina, I think that it is natural that Real also looks good when dressed up, and it can be said that Forcelin's plan was wonderful. To be honest, it's better than expected.

And ──.

"... Oh, my uncle. That's it." "Her Highness. That's the forgotten reminder of my daughter, Leirina. He's Real Farbert, the one who draws the blood of both the Eldafoss and the Diagar." ………………………… ”

The second Prince, complaining that much, stared at Real, who should have been mixed.

His expression was just as good as claiming to have been "deprived of soul."

"What a ... beauty."

Real's beauty has blown away even the dissatisfaction of the Second Prince.

(It seems to be suitable for your lord's glasses)

Forsulin was small but breathing relief.