#530. My patience is running out.
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Brilliant.
Brilliant music sounds.
When a dancer dances to the melody.
The magician makes an explosion in the censer.
Slaves replaced any cold food, fanned, and carried beer and wine.
Its appearance is the pinnacle of splendor.
Indeed, it was a spectacle full of luxury, befitting a banquet held in the Egyptian palace, which had ruled Africa for hundreds of years.
Normally, just being invited to a banquet like this would have made me happy.
But at this very moment.
What Guinea Bean was feeling was not admiration or pleasure.
‘It’s frustrating.’
Is it because of a troubled mind?
Is it because of the atmosphere around you?
Or is it just because of the tight suit compared to the belly?
He let go of his cold water, his choking breath, and slightly rolled his eyes.
‘… All the diplomats of the influential powers gathered.’
An authentic solar kingdom that prides itself on sharing blood with the Egyptian royal family.
A brotherhood of mercenary national heroes, pioneered by retired mercenaries from Apophis.
The Church of Blood and Iron, which worships the Red Dragon Princess as the incarnation of Ra, etc.
From ancient powers that had been under Egypt for hundreds of years, to newly incorporated vassal states. Even diplomats of enemy countries.
All the diplomats with even the slightest power in Africa were gathered in this banquet hall.
Just the weight of it was enough to make the tension rise.
It was all the more so in the sense that the diplomats, who were originally supposed to be talking excitedly at banquet halls like this, kept their mouths shut.
Disqualification for a diplomat.
But it was unavoidable.
The peacekeeping force announcement was made this morning.
I was invited to a royal banquet in the yard where my country’s policy on how to respond to this situation was not decided.
Even a diplomat from a powerful country…
No, rather, such a person had no choice but to speak heavily.
‘It tastes like death…’
The banquet is gorgeous.
The atmosphere is like a battlefield.
It was time for Guinea Beans, who couldn’t stand the tightness in the stomach because of the difference, to soothe themselves with cold water again.
“Prepare to have an audience with Hasneti III, the owner of Apophissa, the pharaoh of Egypt, a descendant of the Fighting Dragons.”
The moment a girl in a baggy military uniform appeared from the curtains on one side of the banquet hall and opened her mouth.
Guinea Bean immediately knelt down.
It wasn’t enough.
The musicians who played, the dancers who danced, the slaves who served, the diplomats who served.
Everyone in the banquet hall stopped what they were doing and got down on one knee in the direction the curtain was drawn.
It wasn’t just to be polite as a guest.
until colliding with the Continental Alliance.
No great power could stop it.
Even defeating the summoning lord.
The ruler who proved himself to be the strongest in this continent of the jungle.
African tyrant.
The name that anyone who lives on this black continent, apart from enemies, can only fear and fear, made them very nervous.
Charleuk.
so after a while
The curtain opens left and right.
Their demeanor did not change even when the shadow of Hasneti on the Ruby Throne fell over the banquet hall.
Rather, I tried to bow my head deeper.
“Are you all here?”
“Yes, once the invitations were sent out, everyone attended.”
It was natural.
Ignoring the invitation from the Egyptian royal family.
Because there was no diplomat on the African continent who could do such a risky thing.
So it was.
The reason why Guinea Bean got the feeling that her hair was softened by the muddy voice that followed.
“Then there might be a spy from the World Federation among them.”
“…?!”
“Should I torture you and check it out?”
“…?!?!”
To invite a diplomat from another country and torturing them by accusing them of being spies.
A truly absurd statement.
Even so, the diplomats, including Guinea Bean, were fed up.
It was because he knew that, no matter how absurd, a Hasneti could do it without hesitation.
She is the Red Dragon Princess.
Even in Africa, she was a bolder and more ruthless princess than anyone called a tyrant.
That was the reason why diplomats who were immersed in despair held their breath when they heard the clear voice suddenly interrupted.
“Be patient, Pharaoh. You can’t turn all your friends into idiots just to catch a possible bug.”
“is it.”
“It’s good to keep friends close, but there’s a saying to keep enemies closer, right?”
“i get it. Then stop looking for spies.”
While.
They doubted their ears.
That’s because it was hard to believe the conversation that had just happened.
‘Could it be that Pharaoh has been persuaded?’
‘To the person who suddenly intervened in a conversation with an aide?’
‘…What is this? Is it a dream?’
To admit and even admit that the African tyrant said that to him.
What kind of character Hasneti was and how those who displeased her were reduced to ashes.
For those who knew it well, it was shocking.
“You can all raise your head.”
After listening to Hasneti.
That’s why Guinea Bean, who would normally avoid eye contact as much as possible, raised her head right away.
who said that
Have you ever been accepted for that?
Because I was very curious.
But the moment I raised my head.
Guinea Bean had no choice but to trust his eyes instead of his ears this time.
Hasneti, dressed in the same military uniform as usual, does not suit this fancy banquet hall.
It was because the appearance of the opponent next to her was so shocking.
‘That’s…?’
The well-groomed blonde hair is brilliant as if melted gold has been applied.
The semi-transparent fabric barely conceals the skin in the half-naked outfit, blatantly emphasizing the graceful curves from the thin neck to the lofty waist.
When gold necklaces and anklets and all sorts of ornaments accentuate long, slender limbs.
The brown skin, which is notable for its smoothness without any blemishes due to the gloss of the sticky balm, arouses the urge to touch it.
The light makeup that seems to have been applied makes even the slightly sharp eyes feel like a sharp charm.
‘…that humans can be that perfect?’
Of course, about that kind of outfit.
It was common in this banquet hall.
Even the dancers who danced a while ago were much more outspoken and bewitching than me.
However, the image of the boy reflected in his eyes now was on a different level from that of the dancers.
Just because it’s perfect.
Was Plato the Unspeaker like that?
The golden ratio is said to be the most perfect beauty in the world.
Originally, I thought it was only mathematically applicable, but now I know.
that there are no scratches.
that the balance is right.
that the proportions are correct.
That alone can make the human body so enchanting.
The impression of seeing a famous sword forged by a master craftsman is different from the beauty that is often felt in a beauty.
That’s why the attraction transcends even gender.
As if the famous sword of the world was adorned with jewels and turned into an ornament, the fully decorated figure reveals the charm that was hidden.
It makes you feel the immorality of seeing things you shouldn’t see.
gulp.
Swallow dry saliva.
While looking at the boy in a state of fascination that he was not even aware of that fact.
Roaring!
“Huh?!”
Guinea Bean was freaked out.
It wasn’t just that.
Everyone in this place stood in a daze and screamed at the sudden burst of flame as if the whole banquet hall were on fire.
looking at them like that
Hasneti said quietly.
“…I said you could look up, but I never allowed you to look at my side room.”
A muffled voice as always.
A face that shows no emotion.
But his bloody eyes blaze like a dragon that saw intruders tainting his treasure with his eyes.
The moment the guinea beans hardened after intuition of death.
fit.
one grape.
He pierced Hasneti’s lips.
“Don’t be so angry, Pharaoh. It doesn’t wear out just by looking at it.”
Sit on the armrest before you know it.
Stretch out your long, thin fingers.
Hasneti said quietly, looking at the blond-tanned boy who put a grape in his mouth.
“It wears out.”
“huh?”
“My patience is running out.”
“…Oh yeah?”
It’s like I didn’t think of that.
Blinking his eyes, the boy eventually smiled and picked another grape from the tray he was holding and put it into Hasneti’s mouth.
“Even so, I’m asking you to look at my face.”
Is it because he likes that aegyo?
Or is it because of the sweetness of the fingers that came in and out of the lips with the grapes?
Hasneti, who was silent for a moment, asked quietly.
“Do you really want to see them?”
“huh? of course.”
“Then pay the price.”
“Okay, as long as it’s grapes…”
The boy, who was about to say that I’ll feed you as much as you want, so stop your anger, blinked.
It was because Hasneti suddenly lifted her chin with her fingertips.
what that action means.
before the boy even realized it.
Hasneti bowed her head.
And…
side.
A heat as hot as fire and yet soft enough to melt conquered the boy’s lips.
Maybe because it was totally unexpected.
Or is it because of the feel?
The moment when it was hardened.
The boy, who came to his senses only belatedly, hurriedly threw his head back and took his lips away from her.
“Sleep Pharaoh? This…!”
“Now you are my concubine.”
No, I tried to take it off.
Until she heard her whispering in his ear as she pulled the scruff of his neck as if he had expected it.
“So don’t do anything suspicious to others.”
“…!”
It was a moment.
The eyes, which had been shaking uncontrollably, sank heavily and the boy’s body lost strength.
Catch some weakness.
As if he had given up on rebelling.
He pulled the boy’s chin, which had become non-resistance.
She kissed her soft lips again.
“Ugh.”
Close your small mouth tightly.
While blowing your own hot breath.
“Yes.”
Before I knew it, I ran my tongue through my teeth, tickled my sensitive gums, and intertwined my soft tongue to savor each bite of its flesh.
Tsueup.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been sucking in a drop of saliva flowing from my mouth, as if I wouldn’t miss even a single breath.
“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…”
Maybe it’s because I couldn’t breathe properly.
Or is it because of the afterglow of a kiss that was too hot and passionate?
The boy, whose face was gradually blushing, even dropped the tray he was holding and vomited out of breath before removing his lips.
Hasneti snapped her fingers.
Hwareuk!
It seems like when the banquet hall was covered.
A flame that disappeared in an instant.
And she said quietly to the diplomats with dead-to-life faces.
“Seeing my concubine, I will forgive your rudeness.”
Even though the concubine was breathing heavily, she looked at herself resentfully, as if she were a tyrant who stole her chastity.
She spoke in a muffled voice without raising an eyebrow.
“Since you’ve heard all about the peacekeepers, I’ll keep it simple.”
“…”
“I have no intention of allowing the World Federation or the like to set foot on my territory.”
“…”
“I have no desire to see you defile my territory and plunder resources, treasures, and people under the pretext of maintaining peace.”
The peacekeepers couldn’t do that.
No one had anything so optimistic about it.
There is no favor without a price.
It was because they, who had lived in Africa, knew very well that the army moved only when there was an advantage.
“Are you saying you are going to engage in an all-out war with the World Federation?”
“No, I’m…”
That’s why they looked puzzled.
Hasneti, of course, knew how to go to war.
But why would you want to avoid an all-out war?
Puzzled, they were shocked to hear Hasneti’s words.
Because the method Hasneti chose was far beyond their imagination.
“Then let’s enjoy the banquet.”
But Hasneti didn’t elaborate further.
It seems that the words are over.
He just got up and hugged the blonde-tanned boy who was still breathing with a red face and left.
“Wait a minute, what are you going to do if you leave already? You have to explain in more detail…”
“Nadia will take care of the rest.”
“…ha.”
Looking at the empty seat that Hasneti left.
Guinea Bean groaned.
It wasn’t just because of Hasneti’s bombshell declaration.
It was because she felt it when she saw the boy reluctantly wrapped her arms around her neck and left like a treasure.
And that the reason she left the banquet hall so quickly was because she didn’t like seeing her concubine.
No matter who that boy was.
I really couldn’t figure it out.
The concubine of Hasneti III.
And that’s because there was only one boy who could turn that tyrant into a docile sheep with a single word.
‘Genius soldier in the middle of the day!’
A genius who played a decisive role in helping the Continental Alliance win in the recent war. However, since there are even rumors that he may have been the cause of the war between the Egyptian army and the Continental Alliance in the first place, he
is a boy whose beauty alone may have tilted
the country… no, the entire continent.
Limore.
What is the reason for the reappearance of that seductive woman who disappeared after the last war?
What does it mean to be by Hasneti’s side now?
And what will this continent be like in the future?
Why does the face dyed red from a strong kiss and the golden eyes stained with moisture clearly remain in one’s mind?
Guinea Bean couldn’t help but suffer from a headache because it was so complicated that it seemed like it was about to explode.
* * *
[Li Qingyu has a question.]
“What are you talking about?”
[Lee went to bait. But I want to know why you have to hide your identity.]
The black-haired girl was looking at the documents.
Looking at the hologram of Ainsha, who was looking at him expressionlessly, Li Qingyu replied calmly.
“It is for disturbance.”
[I want to know if you said it was a disturbance.]
“If the swordsman openly reveals himself, they will be wary.”
[…I did understand. It’s good if Lee’s camouflage goes undetected, and even if it does, it’s disturbing. It’s a great tactic.]
“It’s best to remain undetected until the end.”
For a moment, he nodded his head bluntly, as if he had truly admired it.
Ainsha suddenly asked.
[By the way, I want to know if Li Qingyu is not anxious.]
“You mean anxious?”
[Now Lee is nominally also a conspiracy. You don’t know what Hasneti will do in the name of camouflage.]
“…That’s not wrong.”
Li Qingyu smiled bitterly.
It was a point that reminded me of the bitter experience of sending away a white-haired girl and Limon together to prevent a prophecy.
However, suppressing the bitterness, she calmly opened her mouth.
“You won’t have to worry about that, though.”
If it were another princess, it might be dangerous.
The eighth dragon psionic has the power to drive princesses crazy, and Limon is more dangerous than that by itself.
Even so, Li Qingyu was able to assert.
“Because she is the Red Dragon Princess.”
Of course, struggle is the goal of life.
In a sense, Hasneti, the most cold-hearted of the seven princesses, wouldn’t do anything to destroy the Seven Dragons in a country facing a war with the World Federation.
Looking at Li Qingyu, who speaks thoroughly rationally.
Ainsha tilted her head.
Rather, it was because I had a hunch that Limon might be more dangerous in this situation.
However, it is a simple intuition that cannot be called foreknowledge.
He knew at least that Li Qingyu’s judgment would be correct if Hasneti wasn’t crazy.
Ainsha eventually nodded with an expressionless face.
[I was amazed. After all, Li Qingyu has plans.]
“Nothing to say. It was a plan that couldn’t even be implemented without Hasneti’s cooperation anyway.”
Receiving such admiration from Ainsha with a smile.
Li Qingyu turned his head.
And he had a meaningful smile while watching the news that was still talking about the peacekeepers.
“I can’t wait to see what they will look like when they receive the peace they so longed for.”
