Herscherik

The evening club was unsettled and bothered not only by the organizers but also by the invitees before it began. The dressed ladies and gentlemen look at the entrance in the main hall with the spiral staircase.

That was the beginning when a friend of the organizer said that someone really wanted to participate. Since the invitee had already reached the maximum limit, the organizer who was going to say no confirmed that person and accepted to return the palm. Thanks to this, the organizers were ready to shrink their nerves more than necessary in order to make this night club a success.

The person who decided to participate quickly was away from the social arena after he had grown up. However, the person attracted attention and made numerous glamorous rumors in the social arena until he became an adult. Nothing in the social world doesn't know his name. No, something I don't know about this Gracis kingdom would be about a newborn baby or a careless toddler. Each of the long-standing socialites, and the most distinguished guests of the day, has been waiting for you.

"There you are!

The lady on the side of the most entrance speaks to her neighboring friend with a small, but joyful voice as she puts her fan against her mouth.

The noble man who appeared gracefully descends the spiral staircase with his friends. Burning red hair, eyes, neat face is a man, but colorful fragrance, every trick is graceful. The various embroidered blue costumes that the craftsman would have crafted to enhance his beauty.

"It's been a while since you've seen Prince Rose in the social world.

"Rose you...... really nice.

The ladies, who adorned themselves inadvertently, shrug. The men also looked at the man with ambitious eyes to make sure he didn't miss the opportunity.

The organizers welcome you down the spiral stairs.

"Welcome, Your Highness Marx. I've been waiting for you.

"Sorry for the sudden participation, thank you.

Even a sorry face is a painting, the organizer thought. Marx Gracis, the first prince who is now the next most honorable of His Majesty's kingdoms in the Kingdom of Gracis.

His Royal Highness Marx, who became an adult and a member of the military, has recently decreased but used to look down on the social community. The beauty inherited from the king and queen, as well as the luxurious red hair, were likened to a rose, which was said in the shadows of you and Prince Rose. Of course, he is whispered in a place he has no idea about.

"It's a no body word, please enjoy yourself.

Deep down, the organizer gratefully quits. That was the signal at the beginning of the night club. Beautiful music begins to play, each enjoying dancing and meeting. A nightclub is a social place and a battlefield. This is a place where nobles exchange information and fight without swords. Everyone dressed up was chasing their best prey with their eyes this time.

I feel that stinging gaze on my skin, and Marx leaks a bitter smile. The social scene has been the same for a long time.

"This is always a battlefield. Scary. Scary."

"What do you prefer to do in the social world?

A friend-like young man who came down the spiral staircase together says he dislikes Marx's whining.

"Hmm, you said you had a fiancée like that, but it was noisy when you showed up at the social arena. Octa."

Octavian to Marx's counterattack...... Oran frowns. He was also now dressed in costumes for the social arena.

The greasy costume, made with sunset hair, suits him very well and attracts the attention of a prince alike.

"That's an attachment... because she was in a position to be called to a place like this. I was trying to keep the bugs from sticking.

Oran remembers the time. Her house was aristocratic but also hands-on and commercial. That's why she was often in a social setting due to family circumstances. A very modest woman, she stands out in a place like this in the opposite sense of a prince, and I remember Oran didn't mind. If he hadn't been on his side like a watchdog, she would have put more effort into the light guys opponent... though it is obvious that half the fact, the other half, is his jealousy if he sees Oran calmly from others.

"... Well, the bait is here, but I wonder if it will catch me.

Tickle and Marx laugh.

"I'm in trouble if you don't catch me.

Oran says. Yes, if you don't catch me, I'm in trouble. Because we have him here as a clue.

"It's okay.

Yes, a young voice sounded out of place from behind them. Thanks to Marx, he is not noticeable in any way, but he is also a prince of this country.

He smiles harmlessly… Hershelik looks around without alarm. And I found the person I was after. She laughs at the target who will be asking how this is going.

But such laughter was never seen by a third party thanks to his brother and the lead knight, the two walls in front of him.

"Absolutely, I won't let you get away with it.

It has the sharpness of the eye of a beast staring at its prey.

And Hershelik alternates between his brother and the lead knight.

"Let's get started.

It's the beginning of the hunt, his calm blue eyes said without saying.

Ignaz Navy is the son of Baron Navy, a lowly junior nobleman.

The Navy family was, as it were called, a growing aristocrat from the merchants. It was the predecessor Baron Navy who bought the title with gold. For Ignaerts, his grandfather's predecessor's business talent was unplugged. It would be natural because in just one generation, even the lowest rank was acquired by nobility.

But my grandfather's son is different. My grandfather died and the father of Ignatz, who succeeded to the trail, did not succeed his parents' business talent in flattery. Ordinary merchants have no problems. He had the ability to do so, but he was unable to do well with the business that became a nobleman and his grandfather had expanded. Because of this, the Navy family's finances have been lowered by the right shoulder since Ignaz was enrolled in the college.

Ignaerts was moving to do something about the Navy family in such a critical situation. Ignaz doesn't look good, among other things, he's normal in height, he's just a little brainy, but he's not noticeable. But he had a good mouth, a loving, cheap relationship, and a tough personality to be alert to. He took advantage of it and took it into higher ranks of nobility than himself in the social arena. At first, the man who looked down on him at the moment of his upbringing also felt better when he was put in his mouthpiece, and at some point he made a good impression on him. And he brought us a deal and we have a deal at some point.

Ignaerts was ambitious. It's about going into politics in the future. Of course, there is a family name to be raised, but in him such a thing is secondary. This social place was like preparation for him, too. He is still after leading nobles. In the meantime, a great deal of prey has wandered into a familiar social setting.

Its prey is Marx Gracis, the first prince of this country. First heir to the present throne.

This is a great opportunity for him. But there was an abominable man beside him.

Octavian Ordis. He is the third son of one of the premier generals in the Kingdom of Gracis, the Duke of Ordis.

For Ignaerts he was truly an ideal. It is from a prestigious nobleman, my father is a former general and all my brothers are blessed with kingdom knights, talent and appearance, but not bad personality. He was like he was promised a future the opposite of his own. So I managed to use him before. I approached him, but he never rode the Ignaz mouthpiece. That inspired his inferiority.

(But that falling off was hilarious......)

Ignaz mocks Octavian in his mind.

After his fiancée's death two years ago, he slipped off the cliff as if to do so. At first, worried friends and teachers gave him their love over time, and there was no doubt that he would graduate in the chair. He was put up with an inferior rettel and graduated with critical grades.

Nothing was more pleasant then. Recently, however, I heard rumors that irritated Ignaerts' inferiority. So he dared approach the abominable man to ascertain it.

Put an adorable smiling mask on your face that won't alert anyone.

"Long time no see, Octavian.

"…… Oh, it's been a long time.

For a moment, Ignaerts feels superior to a young man with a surprising look on his face. It is in such a clear mood for him to see himself abominably, always with a cool face and a chairman.

"Ever since you graduated? That's unusual, I can't believe you came to the social arena…………"

Ignaerts observes Octavian at the same time.

Dressed in a less sumptuous fatty costume, she wraps up her customary golden sunset hair behind her with a fine bow. It had subtle ornaments and created an elegant atmosphere. He is truly the son of a prestigious nobleman, dressed perfectly in costumes that are all fine objects and that, if he does badly, might double the amount of all the costumes of Ignaz.

The feeling of superiority that I had just felt, etc. became foggy in an instant. And what caught Ignaz's eye was what was on Octavian's hip.

It is a sword. Besides, it's not an ornament, it's a practical sword.

It is generally unacceptable for anyone other than the guards to bring weapons into the social arena. But there is only one exception. It is a leading knight in the service of escorting nobles such as the royal family or the duke. The lead knight is authorised to possess weapons anywhere. For they are faithful only to their Lord, and authorized to do so to the King.

"So the rumor that you've become the lead knight was true.

"Well. It was sometime ago.

To Octavian, who leaks bitter laughter, Ignaerts recalls the jealousy he forgot.

(Soon, so!?

The leaders are in a position to be regarded as the human bellies of the royal family. Everyone was supposed to be in a position to envy him, but this man wasn't bragging or humbling, and he even said so naturally.

"Orange, what's wrong?

Ignaerts lost his emotions and a young voice in the wrong place was blocking his voice.