Those guys were all in cahoots. Evidence meant nothing to them. It was a voting system, after all—once the majority overruled the minority, that was that.
Amamiya Natsuki leaned back and said,
"I'm friends with the amusement park manager, and I'm a regular here, too. Could you do me a favor?"
Foreign Prince: "I don't know what you're talking about."
Trusted Minister: "Since you're here, you have to follow the rules."
The Wicked Queen: "If the vote says you're the culprit, then you're the culprit."
Amamiya Natsuki sighed.
"Being framed by trash really does feel awful."
Amamiya Natsuki stood up and looked at Young Lady.
"Kaguya, go sit on the sofa for a while."
"Okay."
Shinomiya Kaguya nodded lightly, rose from the round table, and sat down on a sofa nearby.
"Human, did you just call me trash?"
Foreign Prince tilted his head toward him. The flesh at the base of his neck split open, revealing a bloody wound, and his head looked ready to roll off at any moment. Blood seeped from the corners of his eyes, and his voice turned suddenly vicious.
As Foreign Prince revealed his true, menacing form, the Minister and Queen transformed into vengeful spirits as well. The Minister's mouth stretched into a grin, his eyes turned bloodred, and a mouthful of sharp fangs showed inside. The Queen's eyes and mouth became dizzying black holes.
A cold wind swept through the hall. The candles trembled in its wake, their flames turning an eerie, dim green as if they were about to go out.
"Hey, don't get me wrong. I'm not singling out any one of you—"
Amamiya Natsuki stepped back half a pace and raised his right hand, his tone sincere.
"Actually, every single one of you here is trash."
"Damn human, you're asking for