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The ballroom in Venere, the dinner party at Lavian Rose, is about to begin. As soon as I sat down and waited for the invitees and dinner parties to begin attending, the first came the lords and wives of Venere.

The lords, the Marquis of Venere, as the third - perhaps the eldest - of the couple, seem to participate with their sons. At the same table, but one seat was vacated and the Marquis of Venere sat next to him in order for the host Marquis Benetto and his wife to sit on both sides of the centre.

It is the Marquis de Venere and the Borderline Uncle de la Grange who will be present as invitees….

"Ri, this is a designated seat."

"This is your seat. Come on!

"Oh, here or here"

There's some kind of voice I heard somewhere behind my seat...

If you turn to the voice approaching you and the heavy-duty footsteps, you're there for...

Raccoon face tall little fat man, would the outfit be tuxedo? A shirt so white that a question mark seems to float over his head is bouncing round out of his belly, and a tuxedo is being driven aside.

And standing next to you... a woman in a slender dress with a mouse face...?

Behind it, furthermore, a cat with a body size of 2 m tall and a brown evening dress with big ears - woman?

Huh? What are these guys? Womenswear...?

Be alert to the movement of the threesome while sitting in your seat, gently floating your hips so that you can jump right out.

"Oh, the Dragrange family is here, please take a seat."

The Marquis of Venere, sitting next to me with one empty seat, is calling out to the troika. You think this threesome is the Druglange Border House?

Follow the three moves under the black leopard mask, but nothing dangerous so far. Especially the giant cat ear lady who should be alert...... my alert elsewhere. Now Lapitilica says hello to the cat ear lady sitting next to her, pinching her empty seat.

What, something's wrong.

Ashley, who sits beside Lapitilica, doesn't look alert to anything, either, they? re not suspicious of anything about the three of them.

"Oh, Lapitilica Barga!

"Nice to meet you, Lapitilica Barga."

"I am Ofelia Draglange, the eldest daughter of the Draglange Border Uncle, and my escort is next door."

"Guard, Virginia Parrenberg."

"Likewise, with the escort Edeltrout. Come on!

Master Lapitilica will introduce you to Ashley and me. Ashley is returning her greetings without any doubt. But I couldn't put anything into words, I don't know what to say, and I get hardened with the big cat ear woman who introduced herself to Ophelia, etc., keeping my eyes together.

But that was only a few moments, too, when the lighting on the venue of the dinner party weakened and the host Marquis Benetto appeared where it seemed to be on stage. It's the beginning of the dinner party.

The gaze of the cat-eared woman watching this one turns to the stage. I didn't seem to have much interest in it either, listening to Marquis Benetto say hello and clapping his hands.

The greeting ended and a small number of orchestras emerged beside the stage. Grace and lightness begin to flow and meals are carried by service.

The soup is carried first. The Marquises of Venere and Lapitilica have begun their bickering, and the threesomes have drank the soup all at once, saying "no change" etc......

The dishes are then carried, followed by fish dishes, salads, meat dishes and finally dessert. I think it's about 10 items, I didn't eat all the things that were served beautifully, I'm new to something called a dinner party, but I remember reading about what could be left behind.

but regardless of the manners of such a dinner party, my nerves were focused on forks and knives, starting with Ophelia and held in hand by Virginia, Edeltrout.

I'll put my strength into the knife I grip again. A single line for throwing does not appear, even if you grip it willingly on the lens of the black leopard mask. Apparently I wouldn't recognize it as a function without a VMB weapon.

While hammering Mrs. Benetto's chatter sitting next to her, she concentrates on this odd supper. I was thinking about this threesome in such tension that I couldn't remember the taste of the meat I ate a bite ago.

The first person I met was a tool family in the fortified city of Barga, when these guys should have been adventurers. The second time I saw him was a Merchant Corps escort request from the Marida Chamber of Commerce, these guys named him a cool name for a long time, but he fled as soon as he saw the Bandits.

And the third time is this dinner party. Whether it's a woman's outfit or really a woman, she rocks her gigantic body that suffers from judgment and enjoys a dinner party with plenty of feminine laughter luxury.

I don't get the feeling that I'm up to something against the nobility sitting in this seat, starting with Lapitilica in that appearance. Are you sure you're just attending a dinner party? Not a phony in the first place, are you sure this cat ear big woman or hyoro mouse face is a female aristocrat and the little raccoon face is just an escort?

I can't exactly speak of what I call a terrible discomfort or a visible discomfort. No one seems suspicious about these three, Lapiterica, Ashley, the Marquis of Venere and the host Marquis Benetto.

It is not only those who sit at the same table. The servants carrying the dishes don't seem to wonder either.

What the hell is this?

In the end, the dinner party ended with nothing.

Arriving at the "Glorious Capital Pavilion", an inn in Venere, he returned to his home and finally took a breather to ask Ashley.

"Dragrange territory? That's the northern end of the King's Capital. I think it'll take two months to take the carriage over the mountain."

"Have you met anyone from the Druglange Border House before?

"No, but Master Ophelia's beauty was also famous in the King's Capital. You were a beautiful elf, as rumored."

Elf......?

What I saw at the dinner party, no matter what you think, is the Beast Clan. Elves are fairies... I mean, that Ophelia... you mean a phony, so why doesn't anyone notice?

Misunderstood the Beast Clan as an Elf? I don't know if there's such a stupid thing to talk about or if it's magical.

Magic...... I mean, those guys had their own magic or magic props and they were showing false looks all around them. But it was something that didn't work for me that was "demonic", maybe magically interfering with sight and hearing to show phantoms, phantoms.

I would have been fooled too if I were the type to magically change my appearance, but the type that interferes with the person I see doesn't make sense to me. But what's the purpose? Are you attending a dinner party?

What if both the threesome of adventurers we met in the fortified city of Barga and the threesome of escorts looked like someone else? What the hell are they doing in this country?

It was an outing to Venere that ended with such a question.

The next day, we will leave Venere and return to the King's Capital in five days. Last night at dinner, and that night, there was no raid from the Dark Alliance. Arriving in the Wang capital will make raiding harder. If so, the last five days will be a sanctity for them and for this one.

He also discussed it often with the head of the convoy and told them that a rest stop that would be a camp every night would be the most dangerous. And Lapitilica is not the only one who needs to be protected on his way back to the King's Capital. The carriage that goes home, the horse that pulls it, and this must also be protected, we cannot return to the king's capital at the scheduled date and time.

If you can't attend the ball that will take place in the king's capital, you will be late for a meeting with the royal third prince. That is a painful lapse to be the Third Prince's Queen.

In the Royal Castle, there are no balls or dinner parties, and the opportunity to meet nature and the princes is diminishing. Speaking of the daughters of the age of the magical guiding aristocracy, there will soon be another good house out there.

Therefore, Lapitilica himself will be protected, but the defense of the means of movement will also become important.