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[Grey Pov]

The royal manor—a place of sophistication, political intrigue, and centuries-old traditions—was now the stage for the most unhinged sea shanty performance in history.

The servants, initially horrified, now clapped along awkwardly, caught up in the sheer madness of it all. Even the guards, ever stoic and disciplined, exchanged glances that said, "Is this really happening?"

[Akako]: Fling him in the hold with the captain's daughter, early in the morning!

[Goosein]: Why stop there? Toss him in the brig until he's sober!

[Ash]: Make him mop the deck with no hangover!

A massive cheer erupted from our table, mugs clanking together as if we had just conquered an enemy kingdom instead of ruining every shred of dignity this royal feast was meant to have.

I leaned back in my chair, watching as even some of the more reluctant nobles began to hesitantly tap their fingers against the table. One unfortunate lord, clearly several drinks in, stood up and attempted a drunken jig—only to immediately trip over his own feet and crash into a servant carrying a platter of roasted pheasant.

Silence.

Then—absolute chaos.

The servant yelped, the noble cursed, and the entire feast dissolved into a blur of laughter, spilled wine, and nobles trying desperately to retain their dignity.

[Ash]: I think we broke them.

[Grey]: No, we've simply introduced them to 'refined culture.'

A throat was cleared from the head of the table. All eyes snapped toward the one person who hadn't joined in the madness—the host of the feast.

A high-ranking noble, dressed in deep purple robes, sat with his fingers steepled together. His expression was unreadable.

[Lord Evander]: Well. That was... spirited.

I noticed some of the other nobles looking at him nervously, clearly expecting some kind of reprimand.

Instead, Evander slowly stood up, lifted his goblet—and smirked.

[Lord Evander]: Another verse, then?

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then—

[EVERYONE]: WHAT DO WE DO WITH A DRUNKEN SAILOR—

[Next day]

The sunlight filtering through the lavish curtains felt like an attack on my very soul. My head pounded with the force of a war drum, my mouth was drier than the desert, and somewhere in the manor, someone was still humming the damn shanty.

I groaned, rubbing my temples as the memories of last night slowly came back.

We had landed in the capital, expecting stiff introductions and diplomatic headaches, only to be met by Lord Evander himself. He had bombarded us with all kinds of curious, borderline suspicious questions about our origins, our forces, and our empire. So, in a stroke of either genius or pure idiocy, I did the only thing I could think of—

I got everyone drunk and started a singalong.

And somehow? It worked.

Lord Evander had bought the distraction hook, line, and sinker. When I explained that my territory was near the sea and that rowdy songs were just part of our culture, he seemed to not only accept it but enthusiastically join in.

And now I was paying for it.

I dragged myself out of bed, barely managing to stumble toward the silver tray left by the servants. It was stocked with a glass of water, some dried fruit, and what looked like a herbal remedy for hangovers. Bless these people.

Just as I downed the entire drink in one go, there was a loud knock on my door.

[Akako]: Grey, open up! We have a problem!

I groaned. Of course, we did.

Swinging the door open, I found Akako looking suspiciously awake, holding a scroll. Behind him, Goosein was leaning against the wall, somehow cleaning his sniper rifle despite still wearing last night's clothes.

[Grey]: Alright, which one of you started a war while I was asleep?

[Goosein]: Not this time.

[Akako]: We just got an official summons. Evander wants to meet us in his private study.

That got my attention. A private meeting? After last night? Either we had made a powerful ally... or we were about to get executed.

[Grey]: Well. That's not ominous at all.

I grabbed my coat, straightened my clothes, and sighed.

[Grey]: Alright, let's go see what kind of disaster we walked into this time.

[Later]

I sat across from Lord Evander, my fingers drumming idly against the armrest of my chair. The study was decorated with the kind of wealth that screamed 'old money'— polished mahogany, gold inlays, bookshelves stacked with dusty tomes that looked like they hadn't been touched in years.

Evander himself was the picture of nobility—calm, composed, and completely unreadable. His eyes studied us with the same sharpness I had seen in seasoned warriors, and for a brief moment, I wondered just how much of last night he actually remembered.

Then, he dropped the bomb.

[Evander]: Miss Grey, you and your... bodyguards have been summoned to the royal palace for tomorrow's banquet.

I barely managed to suppress a groan. A banquet. The one event where people smiled at you while secretly judging every single move you made. I'd rather be fighting monsters in a swamp than dealing with noble politics.

[Grey]: Of course we have.

Evander raised an eyebrow, but before he could comment, he added another delightful piece of information.

[Evander]: Additionally, Prince Ash has gone to meet with his fiancée. He will reunite with the rest of you at the palace tomorrow.

That made me sit up a little straighter.

[Grey]: His what now?

[Akako]: Fiancée. You heard him.

I turned to Akako, who looked way too amused by this. Meanwhile, Goosein simply adjusted his sniper rifle, muttering something about needing 'better angles.'

[Grey]: I thought Ash was too busy fighting and yelling at people to be engaged.

[Evander]: Prince Ash has been betrothed since childhood. This meeting was expected.

Expected? Maybe for them. For us, this was just another bizarre twist in an already chaotic day.

I sighed, rubbing my temples.

[Grey]: Fine. We'll be there. But if I have to wear some ridiculous ballgown, I'm making someone suffer for it.

Evander smirked, the closest thing to amusement I'd seen from him.

[Evander]: Then I suggest you prepare accordingly. The palace dress code is... rather strict.

Wonderful. Just what I needed.

I stood up, rolling my shoulders.

[Grey]: Alright, team. We have one day to figure out how to survive this banquet without getting assassinated, insulted, or dragged into some noble's scheme.

Goosein slung his rifle over his shoulder.

[Goosein]: So... no guarantees, then?

I groaned.

Yeah. This was going to be a nightmare.

I just hoped my assassin team was doing their job properly… Wait. Did I tell them to gather intel by any means necessary or to buy me some beer?

I frowned, rubbing my chin. That… might be a problem.

And now I have another dilemma—should I buy druid magic or not? It could be useful, but it was also ridiculously expensive, and I wasn't exactly rolling in spare coins.

But before I could make a decision—

[Somewhere Else]

A dark room, candlelight flickering against cold stone walls. The scent of blood and fear thickened the air. The second prince, bound to a chair, glared at the hooded figures surrounding him.

[Assassin]: Talk, Mr. Second Prince.

He scoffed, trying to keep his composure despite the sweat forming on his brow.

[Second Prince]: You think you'll get away with this? Just wait until—

Before he could finish, one of the assassins pulled out a small glass bottle filled with a murky, yellowish liquid.

The prince's eyes widened.

[Second Prince]: Wait. No—

Too late. The assassin tilted the bottle, letting the thick, lemon-scented mixture drip onto the prince's eyes.

A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the chamber.

[Assassin]: You were saying?

The prince thrashed against his restraints, gasping for breath. His once-arrogant demeanor shattered.

[Second Prince]: You—you maniacs!

One of the assassins leaned in closer, voice cold as steel.

[Assassin]: That was just a taste. Now, tell us everything you know... before we get creative.

[Back to Grey]

I sneezed.

Huh. That was weird.

Maybe it was a sign.

…Nah, probably just the airship's bad ventilation.

[Grey]: Alright. I need a drink. And maybe a backup plan in case this banquet turns into a bloodbath.

Goosein looked up from his sniper, amused.

[Goosein]: You say that like it's a question.

I sighed. Yeah. This was definitely going to be a long day.

[Chapter end]

[Vote For the next world]

1-DC

2-Marvel 

3- 40K Warhammer 

4- Warhammer Fantasy

5- One piece

[Note: Every choice can determine who lives and who dies or gets his personality changed, of the members of the group]