Chapter 229
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"You may raise your head, Desmond Damwead."
I really didn't want to hear those words.
I never imagined I'd be in a place like this, the audience chamber. It's so majestic and serious. Just the atmosphere alone seems suffocating for someone like me, a small fry.
As much as she acted all chummy with me, there's no way they would allow a walking nuclear warhead into the audience chamber. Whether that's really the case or not, let's set aside our opinion for now, especially after we've been invited...
With a bit of hesitation, I slowly raise my head, and there, before me, is His Majesty.
Harold V, nearing middle age, has chiseled features and striking blue eyes. A few wisps of white intermingle with his golden locks. His demeanor exudes an air of self-discipline rather than ruthless authority. He's like the picture-perfect king who holds himself to high standards. Is it disrespectful to think a bathrobe would suit him perfectly?
But not only that, there are also the surrounding, stereotypical noble old men! Every single one of them is sizing me up as if they were trying to judge me.......
――Being stared at by men is not my cup of tea, at all!