Inside the grand castle, it was a mess. Everyone was drenched in wine and alcohol, they were lying unconsciously with their partners in the sitting place.
Some of them were laughing and cracking jokes on their own. The situation was worse and funnier than expected.
Roselle felt a cold glance bowing from her back. "My dear wife, are these your magic spell's effects?"
Pristine asked, triggering his sentences sarcastically. Roselle laughed awkwardly, she never thought her spell would turn out like this.
Alastor sighed and muttered silently,"We are doomed!"
To which Pristine and Roselle lifted their faces up and saw Queen Sophia there, beside her was his majesty behaving like a crazy man. Sophia was trying her hardest to stop the king but he wasn't listening. Roselle shuddered in fear and quickly raised her fingers, crossing them into her hair.
A pure mana flows through the ballroom, engulfing all the lust under it. Suddenly everything went back to normal.
