The next evening. (Tomorrow is the duel between Arthur and the Grand Duke of Palinlore)
Arthur's ominous premonition finally came true.
Ominous? This is more than ominous! This is simply a disaster!
He was forced to wear a sky blue evening gown.
The beautiful and lovely evening dress is completely designed according to the concept of waterfalls and flowing water. The color is a gradient from top to bottom, from sky blue to snow white. The gradient color is very outstanding but not artificial, just like the water from the sky falling to the world and splashing on the ground.
It has a beautiful white water splash, and the [water splash] uses white lace to embody it.
Very beautiful...However, this is a women's evening dress.
Women's clothing.
Arthur looked at Bedivere and Tristan beside him, dumbfounded, and then at Greenville, who had bent over with laughter.
"Greenville, did you do this on purpose?" Arthur suppressed the anger in his heart and asked calmly.
"No, no!" Greenville covered her crooked cherry mouth and denied repeatedly, "Pfft...I told you, this is a masquerade party. No one will recognize it if you are wearing a mask."
Out of you. So, you don’t have to worry about your morals...I mean, your image will be damaged."
"Since I'm wearing a mask, do I still need to dress up as a woman?!" Arthur said angrily. Is Greenville just teasing Arthur?
"...Yes, it is necessary!" The girl suppressed her laughter, "Think about it, it would be less likely for two women to arouse the guards' vigilance when wandering around in the castle, than a man and a woman wandering around there.
Isn’t it easy to arouse the guards’ vigilance? This is completely designed to facilitate our actions.”
Although he knew that this was a nonsense made up by Greenville, Arthur always felt that he had been persuaded in some way?
...Seriously, you lose.
...but the stubborn Arthur still stubbornly said: "It will be very inconvenient to sneak into the castle while wearing this kind of thing (skirt)...and you can't walk in high heels..."
The journey could literally kill me!"
He fiddled with the high-heeled shoes made of pure crystal on his feet. Even now, wearing this kind of thing, he also had a blister on his heel. It would be so painful to wear this all night.
Bedivere on the side looked at Arthur, who was now dressed like a little princess... and couldn't help but feel a strange feeling.
"Bedi, what's wrong with you? Your face is a little pale." Tristan was laughing hard despite the pain on his body, but he was more concerned about Bediville's eyes, "How is it? Am I handsome dressed like this?"
You look like a little prince no matter how you look at it, right? Hahahahaha."
(You were originally a prince...)
"Yes, yes, you are very handsome." Bedivere said perfunctorily with a smile, "Is there really no problem with your injury? Is it okay to act according to the original plan?"
"It's okay, I can handle even fighting now!" Tristan put on his tie disapprovingly, "Let's go!"
After the group walked out of the farmhouse, Merlin was waiting outside.
"Master, I'm sorry that you have to prepare this." Greenville said with a smile.
"You're welcome, serving --- ladies --- is what I should do." Merlin bowed humbly. He specially lengthened the word "ma'am", which was actually mocking Arthur.
Then, the mage raised his hand and threw out a pumpkin. The pumpkin instantly turned into a glittering and gorgeous carriage.
He raised his hand again and threw four white mice out of his sleeves, turning them into four white-coated horses in an instant.
"The magic will be launched before twelve o'clock, and it will be your only chance to take advantage of the chaos and escape. I wish you success." Merlin said with a smile. He seemed to be looking forward to this action...
It's more of a prank than an action?
Although there were a lot of things to complain about, Arthur thought that Merlin was an omnipotent light spirit, and this little trick was not difficult for him at all, so he suppressed his complaints and got into the carriage.
Bediwell whipped his horse, the horse neighed, and the carriage began to move along the country road towards the Second Imperial Capital.
At the same time, London, Elsenburg.
"Uncle is really not going to attend the party?" Gunther, the ebony knight, came to the living room wearing a black evening gown.
"I won't go." Celestial Knight Palinloar said disdainfully, "That kind of boring party where dignitaries enjoy themselves. I, a reckless man, will only embarrass myself by going there. It's better to practice swordsmanship here."
"...Dad really doesn't understand the style." The black-haired young man who was also wearing a black dress said, "Forget it, you don't know how to adapt to the old man, just let it get moldy here. I, Pa
Siwa is going to have some fun with Cousin Gunther. He may not be back tonight."
"Yaglovi... brat!" Palinloer said angrily, his eyes widening and smoke coming from his head, "If you continue to be so presumptuous, I will drive you out of the house!"
"
"Go ahead. After all, that's how you drive mom away," Yaglovi retorted.
"You------"
Before Grand Duke Palinloer could get angry and curse, Gunther rushed to smooth things over: "Okay, uncles and cousins, now is not the time to quarrel. It is rare that tonight is Christmas Eve, so let's all peacefully share together——
--＂
Before Gunther could finish his words, a flying arrow passed by his face and slammed into a pillar nearby.
Gangse wiped the blood from his face, and the small scar on his face healed immediately. But when he looked at the cold arrow, a ferocious expression appeared on his face.
"Who is so bold?!" Palinlor shouted, his voice echoing throughout the castle.
Of course, no one is stupid enough to answer.
Gunther took down the arrow from the wall and saw the letter tied to the arrow's tail.
There is only one line written on the letter paper:
[I know you are not human. Let’s meet in the eastern suburbs of the city.]
Gunther put away the letter, and his originally terrifying and dark face instantly transformed into an amiable one: "I'm sorry, Yaglovi and Persiva, it seems I can't accompany you to the masquerade. There is a nasty rat waiting here.
Follow me to destroy it."
His two cousins looked at each other, speechless.
"Do you want me to help?" Palinloer asked on the side, shaking his feet impatiently. This boring banquet made this celestial knight feel bored.
"No, uncle. I can handle such a rat myself. There is no need for you to do it. Uncle, you should have a good rest tonight and prepare for tomorrow's duel." Gunser said with a smile.
In fact, there was a reason why Gunther didn't ask Palinlor to go. He was offended by the cold arrow just now and was about to go on a killing spree, using the most cruel means he could think of to deal with the offender.
Absolute killing. He didn't want others to see his [true face] while he was killing.
Because, this Gangser is not a human being, he is just something wearing human skin.