Chapter 484

Chapter 484

A World of F.A.T.

Mia didn’t know what to say when Count Lampron suddenly spoke up.

“I’m sorry? Subject yourselves to me? As the leader of the organization? Please, that’s just about the last think I’d want to do. It would be so anno-arrogant of me.”

She oho-ho’d reflexively as a cold drop of sweat ran down her back.

Sweet moons, I almost said “annoying”... I need to get my act together now.

When she realized that the talk had taken a new turn, she tried to keep her mind on it and go with it.

My “arrogant” save covered me on the humility font, but that leaves me with responsibilities...

It was normal to think that the person who came up with the idea would be responsible for carrying it out. Since Mia came up with the idea for the organization, she may be responsible for running and leading it. That would be a lot of work, though! She needed an excuse to be free her from having to do such work.

It hit her then. With a smug smile she said, “I think the job should go to someone chosen by either Forkroad or Cornrogue.”

Hunger was the enemy. In the same way, it was the same for everyone. It was the same for emperors, kings, Sunkland, and Tearmoon. Also, the enemy of an enemy had to be a friend. That’s what she really meant with what she said: she wanted to get some good people from Sunkland to work for the group. As soon as she finished her speech, she knew she had won...

“Princess Mia, I am truly amazed by how wiseyou are. It would be an honor to help you make this big dream come true.”

... Abram, King of Sunkland, spoke out in support of her cause. Her smile was friendly but speaking to the hall, she had a hint of smugness about her.

“Please forgive me, everyone. I have taken up your time. I’m not the guest of honor this time; it’s Prince Echard and my best friend Esmeralda. They’re together because of a marriage proposal, and I wish them the best.”

By quickly turning the attention to Esmeralda, she was trying to send a message to those who were against her. That’s right, she couldn’t stop the wedding. In that way, she had lost the battle. They should enjoy their win while it lasts, though, because she still hasn’t lost the war. Mia made it clear that Esmeralda was her best friend and that everything that happened after this depended on her.

“May this wonderful arrangement go off with all the ease and joy it deserves.”

That last line was just extra, and she meant it as a kind of “Go ahead, get married. It doesn’t matter to me.” Then she stomped off on her heels with what she thought was an air of sophistication instead of, well, sour grapes.

She walked toward some grapes, but they were not sour at all. Nor was anything else near her either. She ran straight for the desserts on the serving table.

That was way too much work to do. I’m beginning to feel dizzy. I need sugar.

The events had used up all of her energy, and her body was in desperate need of sugar.

Mia kept walking, and each step brought her closer to her perfect world. Literally. To the table that was full of F.A.T. waiting for her.