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Today was a special day in the manor of the Igni Family within the Seashore Town.
Lord Ervas, the youngest aristocrat within the entire city was celebrating his birthday.
Although only three other aristocrats were invited.
…And they were freaking out.
Not because of the many types of cultures getting mixed into the party.
Not even if they were to know that Ervas was celebrating being 3 years old despite his appearance would they be so surprised and frightened.
It wasn't because of that, as they had not told them the truth about Ervas age…
But it was because of other… tiny things.
"Happy birthday, my lord!"
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"Grraggagaaaahhh! Gragaga!"
"GYAHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!"
"GuUuuUuuUUUUUuuuuOoOOooooOOOOOoonnnnnn…!"
A large group of Undead, from zombies, skeletons, floating skulls, Cursed Weapons, Living Armor, Ghosts, Spirits, and more all celebrated Ervas birthday.
