For a few surreal moments, no one could truly comprehend what was actually going on – the music was still playing some of the aristocrats present couldn't even properly see what was under the young king's feet... and some even missed the lightning-fast attack of the gold-haired young man on his half-brother.
"Do you also agree that a celebration such as this requires more gifts?"
*click* *WHOOOM* *thump* x 7
...but then Arisu's hair and eyes became jet-black again and at the snap of his fingers a few small shadow gates appeared right above the buffet table and more severed heads dropped from them straight into the food.
"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
Despite not even recognizing any of the faces, when a severed head suddenly drops into a plate of tartines, splashing the various toppings around, there was no way that people within the splash zone would remain calm...
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