"That's Queen Remilia? She looks so young - younger than my daughter!"
"Slap!" A thick, dirt-encrusted hand smacks the back of the mid-aged man's head who spoke. "What the hell are you saying? This is queen. Can she even be compared to your daughter?"
The man who was slapped, his face flushing with anger, became very embarrassed upon hearing these words, but couldn't hide his fury. Being slapped out of nowhere was something no one would take lightly. "I'm speaking my mind, why did you hit me?"
"Why are you so ungrateful?" said the old man who slapped him, looking truly wronged. "Twelve years ago, at the Duke Mureya's inauguration ceremony, I saw Princess Remilia, and she hasn't changed at all since then.
"You think you can judge such a noble being, drawing parallel with the great deity itself? Do you even know what would happen if you offend an entity as noble as a deity?"
