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Hissop’s condition, even sugar-coating it, could hardly be called good. His workload had already ballooned due to the Sword of the South Tournament incident. On top of that, he now had to host the party, leaving him in a truly miserable state.
The greatest headache was that Vector, the third son of the Browning Duchy, and Princess Iris would both be attending. Thankfully, Veiga had offered to teach them all the etiquette and customs of such noble gatherings, but Hissop still felt no real relief.
“It is deeply unsettling that the fate of Sefira rests on his shoulders, but we know absolutely nothing about parties.”
Still, despite his unease, Hissop did not doubt or interfere with Veiga. He could see that Veiga was doing his utmost, and Sefira had no one else it could rely on for the time being.
Hissop’s head throbbed, and the strain in his eyes was unbearable. He set aside his papers and looked up at the ceiling.
“Phew…”
Knock, knock.
A doorkeeper knocked on the door.
“Lord Hissop. Keter’s close friend, Daat, requests an audience. How shall we proceed?”
“...Daat, is it.”
Hissop knew instinctively that Daat was not here simply to exchange pleasantries....
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