Help! I Think We Summoned A Demon King-Chapter 14: Hero Banquet I
Zorat was led through the same path he had arrived at his new accommodations from.
They passed by the stables, the Knight training facilities, and were soon in front of the main palace entrance.
This time, Florielle did not lead him through the right side they had previously come from, where the throne room was.
She led Zorat through the left side as they passed by arching pathway corridors and vaulted ceilings.
Just like the right wing of the palace, the left wing also had quite a lot of guards in shiny armor stationed in every corner.
At the end of a massive hallway with two large double doors, Zorat and Florielle were stopped from advancing through by the interlocking swords of two royal knight guards stationed at the door.
"Only the tr....only the item-box hero is allowed entry."
Understanding, Florielle stepped back and bowed, as she said to Zorat respectfully. "I’ll be at the servants’ quarters, lord hero." "Do have a wonderful evening."
"Likewise, my dear." Zorat nodded with a grin.
As she departed, Zorat couldn’t help but sneak a quick look at her swaying and retreating backside as they tousled with her maid-servant fabric, slightly embedded in her inviting ass-crack in a swish swish motion.
Damn. This is why I was summoned. Hehehe.
"Okay, tra... item-box hero. You may now enter." The same guard spoke again. Only this time it was accompanied by a derisive snort that stifled a lingering laughter.
The other guard reflected this state as he also struggled to hold back his laughter as they cast side looks at one another.
The news of Caleb, the cursed hero of item-box who stays in the abandoned hut on the far boundaries of the palace, had spread through all the palace staff in less than a full day, and everyone seemed to have their own reaction to Caleb now. Like Florielle, who left a rather cute impression on Zorat, and ...
Hmmm.... These two...
Zorat observed the two guards in shiny silver armor before him with mild amusement. It’s human nature, really. Fear and respect the strong, and look down upon the weak.
However, Zorat is a vengeful demon.
He doesn’t forget. He certainly doesn’t forgive either.
Authority Of Mischief....Abyssal gaze.
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{Name: Lyndwell Shoemakker}
{Level: 12 }
{HP: 120 / 120 }
{MP: 36 / 36 }
{STR: 11 }
{DEF: 9 }
{SPD: 4 }
{Skills: Apprentice Aura Swordmanship (E) || Braggart (A)}
{Special Skill: Sneeze Of Doom (Dormant||Hidden) }
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Hmm.... Lyndwell, is it?
Then the smaller one is....
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{Name: Nox Shoemakker}
{Level: 13 }
{HP: 130 / 130 }
{MP: 39 / 39 }
{STR: 10 }
{DEF: 4 }
{SPD: 12 }
{Skills: Basic Aura Swordmanship (D) || Codependency (A)}
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Oh ?. They’re brothers ?.... wonderful.
Welcome to the book of Zorat.
Your attendance has been noted. Hehehe
Zorat watched with a pleasant smile on his face as the two brother guards pushed open the large doors.
He was faced with a fancy, large corridor that led deeper inside, with some maidservants scurrying about with heavy trays of food and wine.
This made Zorat realize that maid-servants were allowed entrance, but it seems these guards had not allowed in just his own for some reason.
Was it to spite him, or does it have something to do with Florielle’s status in the palace?.
"It’s through there. Find your own way, ’hero’." Lynwell intoned sarcastically as he waved to no direction in particular.
"Well, thanks, guys. I’ll be off then." Zorat said as he walked on inside with his hands crossing behind his back, and a magnanimous smile on his face.
After Zorat was far into the corridor, Lyndwell began a fit of three consecutive sneezes as Noxl looked at him in shock.
"Lyn, you okay ?"
"Yh....I think maybe something’s in the air." Lyndwell responded casually.
But Nox didn’t seem to be okay with this reply as he added. "Remember what mom used to say about your three sneezes ?"
"What.... That it means something bad was gonna happen?. Don’t tell me you still believe that nonsense?"
"It’s not nonsense, Lyn. You might be too young to remember, but I do. Whenever you sneeze three times in succession, something terrible always happens, and our family is caught up in some deep trouble. Remember how we got to our current situation....."
"Stop Nox. Those were all coincidences. And it’s not like we’ve offended anyone important as of late." Lyndwell interjected.
"Hmm.... I guess you’re right. Maybe I’m reading too deeply into things." Nox conceded.
"Will that trash hero be able to find his way to the banquet hall even ?" Lynwell muttered with a grin.
"Ah... who cares. He’s a waste who’s taken up an important hero candidate slot from the kingdom." Nox added in a hushed tone.
"I even heard that some of the ministers...."
"Shh!. Careful, Lyn. Remember, he’s still a hero. And the saintess has ears everywhere." Nox interrupted his brother, who was talking a little too loudly.
Zorat made his way down the corridor, nodding at the occasional half-bows the scurrying maids directed his way. It didn’t take long for him to start hearing conversational noises and clinks of silverware to his right.
Following this, he comes upon a passageway to his left, and as he moves in, it opens up to a grand hall, lit resplendently with magical lights, high arc ceilings and marble floors, some sculpted depictions at aesthetic angles, and a long dinner table that was smack dab in the center, filled with all sorts of delicacies that enveloped the air with their sumptuous aroma.
Maid servants darted about, carrying away and placing dishes on the table, serving all the guests surrounding this large table and chattering amongst themselves as they ate.
Zorat, unnoticed in the slightly shadowed entrance, remained in place as he catalogued the guests present.
At the head of the long table was the princess of the kingdom. Judging by her current seating position, it would seem she was host to tonight’s banquet.
The princess was in a gorgeous light-purple banquet gown, embroidered to perfection with silver lining at the edges. Her purple hair lay sprawled behind her as she dissected the people gathered guests with her hawk-like, deep brown eyes.
Though for some reason, Zorat could tell she was in a sour mood. He didn’t know the reason, and he certainly didn’t care; he was just gawking at her curvaceous bud and the fullness of her mounds as they struggled to remain buried inside the bodice of her gown.
Zorat removed his gaze from her heaving mounds with great difficulty, and looked to her right side, where a young lady he had never seen before was now seated. She appeared almost equal in beauty to the princess herself. Only falling short in the chestal region.
This young lady was in a resplendent snow-white gown and holding a fan. She had long black sprawling hair, with ashen colored eyes. Rosy lips and sinfully seductive body.
This lady projected an aura of pureness and chastity that could be felt from every corner of the room.
She appeared calm like the lake as she whispered occasionally into the princes’ ears. But beneath it all, Zorat could perceive a touch of sadness buried deep within.
Hmm. Her friend, maybe?
Two for one ?. Well, yes, thank you. Hehehe.
To the remaining spaces on the right, a total of nine seats were arranged and filled with nine ministers of the royal court.
In total, the kingdom had fifteen ministers, according to Florielle, and nine of them are now seated in this banquet, talking and eating with relish.
Zorat didn’t fail to notice that the grand vizier was absent. He wondered why. The king not being present is understandable; he had sent the princess in his stead after all. But the grand vizier, who had he sent ?.
Zorat moved his attention to the left side of the table, where nine of his fellow heroes were all seated, dressed in banquet garments that were a hundred times superior to what Zorat was given.
Ah.... This kingdom. hahahaha.
