At ten thirty, the guests began to arrive.
Seated in the Main Venue, making small talk with Katakuri, Sephiroth sensed Galette tap her Cross Brooch three times. He raised his wineglass-
"...Understood, Your Majesty Sephiroth. In that case, I'll go greet the guests."
Before Sephiroth could say anything, Katakuri had already "foreseen" that this man was finally going to "let him go."
He was supposed to be the birthday party's chief of security, yet he had been stuck here for over ten minutes.
The problem was that his "brother-in-law's" status and strength made it impossible for him to simply leave.
Besides, their conversation had left him, as an older brother, with some very complicated feelings.
-This brother-in-law had already married two of them! And he was still asking me about Pudding!
...Pudding was only thirteen! The bastard!
"Speaking of which, you didn't invite Mr. Babbage this time?"
Sephiroth watched the guests arrive one after another, especially the rulers of the Underworld, who once again made their entrances with fairy-tale opera performances. He felt a little embarrassed for them.
Just as Katakuri stood, he suddenly asked the question.
"...Yes. We heard His Majesty rarely goes out, so we didn't want to disturb him without good reason."
A rare, almost constipated expression appeared on Katakuri's rugged face. He gave a slight nod, then quickly walked away.
"Boss, Miss Pudding, hmm~?"
Leaning against Sephiroth, Reiju gave him a sultry look once Katakuri had left, her tone making it clear she knew exactly what he was like.
"...You know she's from the Three-Eye Tribe."
That was the explanation Sephiroth gave Reiju aloud.
The handle of a teapot on the table twitched slightly, like an ear.
[Reiju, nicely played. But this little scheme of yours is ruining my reputation. How are you going to make