96 True Waltz of the Revered (2/2)
”Eh? Did you actually believe that this is a realm?” She said.
”What do you mean?”
”There's no time for an explanation... Just follow me.” Everyone, especially the commoners and the humans with her, did not resort to any despicable hesitations, but on the other side of the social caste was the narcissism that the elites would choose even if it would mean possible death...
”Us nobles? Following mere humans? Unthinkable.”...
”Then die... No one cares.” She savagely responded, not even looking them at their directions as if, if she's planning to do so, she would see, not demi-humans in high-valued apparel, but a collection of cheap cat manures in one sandbox.
Everyone then continued to follow Celes towards the ground floors, while the armies also continue to assist them... and the nobles, deeply ashamed that their narcissism did not fly for the very first time, also found themselves bashfully following the majority, being behind the slums, which is for them, a threat of their sovereignty as they should have been the first... too bad, that Celes is unwilling to hearken another balderdash.
The King, however, still in his cage beside his special seat in that coliseum, awaiting his people's final judgment was unable to do anything... He tried to call for help, but none would answer him... One saw him but ignored him literally as if that individual wants him to die for good. He was left helpless and will likely be caught up in the duel.
”I never intended that to be of resonance that you should understand what I was trying to say... but I'll properly repay you later, Celes. After all. I also don't want to bare reciprocity. But for now, prioritization takes into account.” Jaiden, in his soliloquy, muttered, whilst fully shifting his focus to the age-advanced Patriarch who is ullaged in deep awe of the scene, which for him is rather nostalgic to witness...
”Now this is one monochromatic art indeed... So, I, Durandal, the Patriarch of the kingdom, ought to respond in his fullest as well... ” The Patriarch exclaimed, while once again, taking the stance of a martial artist, ready to gush a big bang. Yet, his pose is a little bit less aggressive than his primary wind waltz, which is without question, mediocre as he was trying to lose in purpose... Moreover, this time... it's different.
”Yeah... Whatever. just hurry up...” Jaiden answered as if he's a VIP in a hurry due to his hectic none-existent schedule, but he just plainly wants to advance the duel into its climax... ”
”How persistent for a youngster like you who still have a lot of years to experience...”
”Yeah, but you do realize that we've just taken a year off from it, right?” Jaiden self-murmured, as he was not willing to say another word, to save every bit of strength he can have to help endure the dying sensation he's in...
”But very well then, an agreement is an agreement. Negotiations are negotiations. Incentives are incentives... This, that I'm about to show you is indeed the true waltz of a revered Patriarch... Waltz! Stance number 999... Paradigm Shift... Illusory Valhalla!”