As Charles entered the banquet hall, he did so with great excitement.
As people cast surprised glances at him, he was filled with confidence.
But when the banquet hall fell into prolonged silence, he found it odd.
He had spent a lot of time preparing his attire for tonight.
He had even prepared a passionate speech, waiting for someone to ask him: "Honourable Marquis, why are you wearing armor to a banquet?"
But!
Why is no one asking?
Marquis Charles felt deep disappointment.
These people were too stupid; they couldn't even give him a prompt.
So, he coughed lightly, preparing to answer his own question:
"You must be curious why I didn't dress formally?
Because I am too ashamed to do so!"
Marquis Charles took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, they were filled with hot tears!
"The Troll Army has retreated, but have we truly won?
You must all ask yourselves..."
At this point in his speech, Marquis Charles scanned the room with a plaintive look.
