Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World-Chapter 211: Arc 4, Act I, - 56: A Historical Occasion
’The 15th of September, nine-seven-nine... The emissaries have come and spoke their piece—negotiations over the last two days of how everything would proceed.
The public to be kept at bay, the Ordinate to be in their best behaviour and the use of magics prohibited. The Ordinate teleported a reply to the Prime Minister and told us of who all would be arriving.
The need to have dark magentas and blacks is a bit much... I have to take a step back every time and think about all of this—to make sense of it.
I’ve not been okay ever since we got out of Hartamat, but I feel like myself again today. So, I’ll do what I do best—think. Everything today’s volatile. Maybe that’s what’s so comforting...’
"You’re really wearing that huh?" the princess approached, tiara upon her head and dressed opulently.
The blonde stood in her adventuring armour, blade to her side, "I feel comfy. Besides, I cleared it with those emissaries." Hotaru and Asobi stood by her side whilst Feyan walked up behind Arabella and Daiyu.
"Black and magenta is a really nice combo," Asobi assessed the bits of ribbons down the halls. She ran her wand through her raven black hair, giving herself streaks of magenta. With a, "Ta-da!" she made parts of her clothing dark magenta to compliment the black.
A twinkling of light seemed to follow her wand. "Ah, colour shift; you’ve learnt quite quickly my adorable pupil," the countess walked into their conversation.
The dawn was still stretching into the windows of the inner foyer—the open doors into the courtyard letting in a soft cool breeze. No mistakes like last time...
No need for the entrances outside, no need for salutations. "This isn’t some welcoming party. We show our good graces to the public to make sure nothing breaks out. In reality, this is a judging.
This discussion will guide the fate of Trailon going forward for their transgressions. So no need for overtly extravagant presentations; unless for yourself of course," the countess cooed.
"I don’t remember asking you to speak," Daiyu half-closed her right eye.
"We only allowed you to spectate the hearing since you have been obliging so far," Feyan reminded.
"Oh sure, sure, nothing to do with deceiving the nation and the guests," she hushed. "I will leave you to your conversation then, good gods," she turned and strolled along.
Around them were the representatives of the nations, a few of the permitted council, but not too many. "First we have a more private hearing, then we relay the results to the council and then the public," Hotaru checked her papers.
"Let’s, hope that, the result will be, a proper trial," Feyan translated.
"You’re missing someone," Daiyu looked to Jotou.
’She’s probably gathering intel.’ "She’s probably asleep."
"I’m sure she’ll join us in the middle of the hearing," Hotaru checked her watch.
"I’ll be cheering all of you on!"
"Please don’t."
"I won’t make any sounds, I’ll just think it! Silly Hotaru."
"Well, are ya ready?" Daiyu titled her head, "I need you by my side."
Jotou stood tall with a beam upon her cheeks, "I am."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"I believe you should be capable to avoid the same scenario as when you first met the council; the gala proved as much," Feyan encouraged.
"Getting overwhelmed..." Jotou hummed with a finger to her chin, mimicking the detective. "It all has to do with memories really. I think I figured it out.
I didn’t get enough rest after we left Hartamat. Or from the shock of seeing Daiyu here. My memories were being attacked constantly every two days for two weeks.
When I voiced out against the council my memories went back to my past, when I’d argue everything. And reminiscing things with Daiyu put me in the mindset of cringy teenage Jotou.
He couldn’t handle a conversation, he barely kept himself together... Sure, it was one person after the other overwhelming me after that meeting, but I should’ve handled it; I’m capable of saying no.
In the stress of it all, I kinda forgot that I’m not my past anymore. So I pretty much acted like him the entire time; became more insecure and anxious as a result. I’ve grown a lot since then, even in our old world.
Then I remembered to keep my heart in the past, head in the future and body in the present." ’Hotaru made me feel secure again.’ "Everything’s felt a little muddled, but I feel clear again now. Let’s do this."
Daiyu’s eyes had glazed over, "Ya done Mr Introspection?"
"I’m just getting into my mindset psychopath."
"She’s very insightful of herself at least," Hotaru lightly pinched Jotou’s shoulder. "Now, if you could only stop forgetting all these things over and over."
"Hey, I don’t need to be perfect~" Jotou shrugged, ignoring the shocks going over her hair warning of the redhead’s ’attack’.
Arabella side-eyed a scribe from Trailon, peering to the corners of the ceiling. She subtly poked Daiyu, alerting everyone; just in case.
"That girl’s been doing that for the last two days," Jotou tightened her lips.
"I suppose if you act conniving and use underhanded methods, you would expect the same of your enemy. We have no intention of using secret magics against the prime minister and yet this scribe still checks," Feyan sighed.
"They’re as paranoid as Jotou!" Asobi cheered.
"Hey."
The princess’s cackle followed.
"It just means we have to be ready for anything today," Hotaru replied. "The council may run the country Daiyu."
"But you’re the voice to the public; the foundation of it all," Jotou completed the wolf-girl’s sentence.
"Don’t worry," Daiyu smirked, "I ain’t walking on eggshells anymore."
Daiyu cracked her knuckles and narrowed her eyes. After all this time, in another form, in another world, even after all their shenanigans, Jotou saw the lustre around her, that had been lost for a while now since they met in this world again.
’There’s my best friend.’
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The guests from Trailon flanked either side of the inner foyer doors as they opened; a brownish-black and dark magenta carpet was rolled over the purple and golds.
Each step was made loud and clear, approaching into the room with deep charcoal shoes. "Announcing, the Great, the Brilliant, the Supreme, Prime Minister Aldous Woddard from the Regime of Ships and Stars!" the herald announced with a wince of an eye.
"Lack of titles huh," Jotou whispered.
"Nothing any country recognizes probably," Daiyu hushed back. The two smiled and held in their chuckle to scan the man entering.
The guests from Trailon kneeled with one knee to his approach. He had his chin held up high, in a suit of blacks and a shirt of dark magentas, including the accessories. The emblem of Trailon over his pocket and dark magenta cape behind him.
He himself was portly from head to toe, glasses over his green eyes and rings upon his fingers, of which he had one extra on his left hand.
His skin a pale tan and his stature shorter than Jotou. Curly black hair under a black tricorne hat with magenta inlays. His nose was in a constant wrinkling sneer.
The guests who had not seen him in person raised a brow, but remained with a respectful look. Anyone not representing a nation or a part of the Royal Ministry stood aside.
The prime minister took slow steps to the music being played, accentuating his entrance. Most of those waiting had their eyes glazed over by the point he made his way to them.
"I bow to no one. So I hope my greetings will do well enough," a low voice that hissed his words.
Daiyu’s legs tensed... A challenge? How could she refuse? Well they had planned for outcomes of course. Daiyu curtsied, "It’s alright, I believe in good sportsmanship and respect my enemy so I will."
The others around her followed in curtsies or bows of their own. Prime Minister Woddard glared and snapped his fingers. Behind him came his guards, dressed in attire familiar to a few in the room.
Goggles with yellow hues embedded into the fabric of their masks; the same black fabric covering them from head to toe. Then came more people after.
"Announcing, Deputy Prime Minister Vinyard Woddard," a man much thinner in nearly the same attire, slightly taller; a short unconnected beard.
"Minister of War, Beau Heraguard," a woman with brown hair with two shocks of white from the sides of her temples that went into a bun. Sharp chinned, hazel eyes; dark magenta and black suit she wore, but less extravagant.
"Secretary General of War, Gilfreed Theriad," a man with straight black hair tied into a low ponytail, dressed almost completely in blacks and a cubical face of which hosted no smile; instead, the exact opposite.
The palace gave bows and curtsies in return, although no official from Trailon seemed to reciprocate. "If all the ceremonies are done?"
"Yes prime minister, we will be heading to the palace auditorium shortly," Feyan relayed.
"That is Prime Minister Woddard or your eminence. Did the envoys I sent not inform you of this?"
Feyan sighed internally, "Of course, it was a grand title as it was your eminence, I meant no disrespect. Shall we journey to our next destination?"
"Very well. Lord and Lady Oakheart, you may lead the way," the prime minister turned his back to Feyan and the rest.
"Yes your eminence," both of them synced and got up to lead him.
"You may all follow behind as previously discussed," Lord Oakheart told till all the Trailonian guests departed.
Daiyu gritted her teeth, trying to stop her one narrowing eye. Once they were out of earshot, "It’s gonna be so good..." she hushed.
"They’re pissing me off too."
"Once we’re in there, the supreme court judge can handle all mediation. That should take him off of his high horse," Hotaru’s tail spiked.
"I think it is our time to follow my lady... It will be alright, you are restraining your anger well."
"Thanks. I had an entire gala to talk to everyone for a reason; everything’s planned," a grin grew on the princess. "Let us follow to the palace auditorium," Daiyu announced to the room.
