Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

The banquet held at the Palace of Glory proceeded in an extremely quiet atmosphere.

It was only natural.

All the attendees were heads of their respective families.

They had to be more mindful of their decorum, and most of them were quite old.

‘The majority seem to be in their fifties…’

That thought made me chuckle.

I was the guest of honor, and yet I was stuck here feeling awkward and out of place.

Munch, munch.

I chewed on the meat, trying to suppress my irritation.

The atmosphere reminded me of my school days, when I had to transfer schools frequently.

It was a familiar feeling.

I was a complete outsider in this new group.