As their last supper, the banquet was exceptionally lavish. Not only was the King present, but every noble attending, male and female alike, wore splendid attire. It looked nothing like a final meal before execution and more like a grand celebration.
Of course, Red Ponytail did not care about any of that. As long as there was food and drink to enjoy, she was happy.
Come to think of it, where had Louise gone? It seemed that man had taken her aside to talk earlier. Red Ponytail was not too worried, though. After all, the roast chicken in front of her... was quite good.
"Does it suit your taste?"
At that moment, the Crown Prince of Wales walked over. Looking at Red Ponytail stuffing herself, he could not help smiling faintly.
"Not bad. This roast chicken is well seasoned. The chef has a bright future."
"Then, hearing you say that, the chef will have no regrets."
"You're welcome."
Red Ponytail tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into her mouth. Then she took a sip of wine and looked at the Crown Prince.
"Say, Crown Prince, how exactly are you planning to die gloriously tomorrow?"
"You are interested in that?"
"To be honest, I'm rather curious. Does your country happen to have some taboo against suicide?"
"Hahahaha. Indeed, the royal family is not permitted to commit suicide. Besides, my father and I have no intention of ending our own lives just like that."
Rather than taking Red Ponytail's ordinarily disrespectful response badly, Crown Prince of Wales laughed.
"There is nothing to hide, really. This is the final glory of our royal family, our last symbol. Those Traitors want to use this place and our corpses to adorn their own glory. We will never allow that. Even if they win