Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

"I did some quick planning and this was the most I could do on such short notice."

"Yen, no, this is WAY too much," Daiyu examined the plans that Feyan had prepared on his clipboard. The two stood at the entrance of the ballroom, the venue Feyan had considered to hold the event.

"Forgive me princess, but if I knew it was Ms Jotou’s birthday sooner, I could have prepared something more comprehensive. I thought this would aid at least as a guideline."

"What’s this guestlist!?" Daiyu poked the clipboard. "Might as well let the entire city in! The chief of the Ordinate, the entire Council of Cravolta and some Major Scrotum?"

"Major Schroeder my lady... I understand my penmanship may be a little messy since I wrote in a hurry, but I doubt it is illegible."

"Listen, I already need to use half my braincells to read the weird-ass alphabet in this world, you put those letters together and thought I wouldn’t misread that? And a classical band? Really?" Daiyu half-closed her right eye.

Feyan’s head tilted with knitted brows, "You... expected a party with no guests and a quiet room? Then by all means my lady, you may plan a party at your own leisure," he threw his hands up in surrender.

Daiyu groaned, "Alright, alright, I get your point. We need to bring down the guestlist, by a lot. Jotou doesn’t like too many people, party or not."

"We can shorten it to just the people in the palace?"

"That works I guess. For the music, I think a radio or something would do."

"Plenty of phonographs lying around, with a larger selection of tunes."

"This many balloons and decorations... Eh, this one’s fine. But a North Cravoltan style buffet?" Daiyu furrowed her brows, "Why North Cravoltan food?"