| Banquet of Royalty Prince & Princesses Alike Part 1

Arc 1 | A Detectives End

Phase 2 | Pursuit of the Seven Wonders

Amidst the darkness, a figure writhed on the cold stone floor, his pained cries slicing through the air like a blade. His body contorted in agony, his features etched with a mixture of fear and torment. His movements were feeble, his strength dwindling as he struggled to stand, only to collapse again with a stifled groan.

The party's distant revelry, a symphony of joy and merriment, seemed to mock his agony as he lay isolated and forsaken.

Each shriek he emitted was a testament to the suffering that consumed him, his voice echoing in the corridor, desperate for salvation. His pleas for help went unanswered, the echoes fading into the emptiness of the corridor.

The weight of his despair grew heavier with each passing moment as if time itself had conspired against him. With trembling limbs, he extended his arm towards a dim light that filtered through a crack in the wall.

They collapsed on the cold, hard floor, their arms outstretched towards the dim light at the end of the corridor, and a glimmer of hope flickered in their eyes. In the next room, the royal dinner party was in full swing, the glittering festivities illuminating the surroundings in a vivid array of colors and gaiety.

His eyes flickered with a mixture of pain and longing as he strained to reach the light, his fingers brushing against the edges of the illumination.

"King Armand," his voice trembled, a mere whisper that was barely audible even to himself. Please save everyone."

The words hung in the air, a faint echo of a plea that fell upon the ears of the partygoers, lost amidst the euphoria and music. Their voice was frail, barely carrying above the din, yet it held a weight that spoke of a dire urgency.

His fingers trembled as he strained towards the light, his strength waning with each passing moment. But time was not on his side. A transformation began to seize his body, creeping up from his chest like a relentless vine.

The pain intensified, his muscles seizing as the verdant hue of jade enveloped his form. The agony that had once contorted his features was now frozen, captured in the stony visage that consumed him. The green radiance slowly crept across their bodies, their limbs petrifying one by one. The agony seemed to freeze on their faces, caught in an eternal grimace of pain.

As the jade encased him, his fingers were forever suspended in their desperate reach for the light, and the person's movement was halted by the cruel grasp of the transformation. His form became a twisted statue, a monument to suffering and despair. His eyes, once filled with fear and hope, were now blank and glassy, their emerald color mirrored in the stony prison that encapsulated him. In the grand hall beyond, the royal dinner continued, oblivious to the tragedy that had unfolded just beyond their sight. The laughter and music swirled around the attendees, a mask that hid the darkness lurking in the hidden corridors of the palace. What remained was a statue, a silent sentinel frozen in time, a spectral figure reaching for the doors that separated him from the realm of joy and laughter.

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"No, this won't do. This is too tight around my neck and waist!" Tsubasa muttered to herself, her voice tinged with frustration. A soft knock on the door drew Tsubasa's attention, and Luna's voice filtered through the wood. "Tsu, is everything alright in there? We can't spend too long, you know." Tsubasa sighed, her gaze sweeping over the array of clothing options. "I know, I know, but I'm having trouble with this dress. Do you have anything more... breathable?"

The door creaked open, revealing Luna's amused smile as she stepped inside. Tsubasa's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized her attire was more a haphazard collection of garments than a coherent outfit.

"Tsubasa, I must say, you have a unique fashion sense!"Tsubasa's face burned hotter as she looked down at her mismatched ensemble, with the assortment of random ornaments and a wedding skirt only adding to the spectacle. "Hey, it's not that funny!" Luna's laughter subsided, but her eyes still danced with mirth.

"I'm sorry, Tsubasa, but you look quite the character. Let's see if we can find something that suits you better." With Luna's guidance, Tsubasa shed her eccentric outfit and slipped into something more refined. Luna's fingers worked deftly, adjusting the fabric and ensuring the fit was comfortable.

"Stay still," Luna murmured, her touch gentle and precise. Tsubasa felt a sense of gratitude wash over her as she met Luna's gaze in the mirror. "Thank you, Luna. This is much better."

Luna's smile was warm and genuine as she stepped back, her eyes appraising Tsubasa's new attire. "You look dashing, Tsubasa. A bit more... masculine, perhaps, but I think it suits you." Tsubasa glanced at her reflection, her cheeks flushing again as she realized she was wearing a white suit that exuded a certain air of confidence.

The lines of the trousers seemed to outline her figure in a way that felt surprisingly empowering, and the Neptune blue bow tie added a touch of colour that contrasted with the muted palette of the mansion."Thank you," Tsubasa murmured, genuinely touched by Luna's assistance. Luna's grin widened. "You're welcome.

Now, since we have some time before the royal party, how about we go on a little house tour? I'd love to show you around." Tsubasa nodded, her nerves about the party momentarily forgotten as Luna led her through the mansion. Each room was a testament to Luna's artistic sensibilities and her love for all things cool-toned and aquatic. The furniture and decor created an ambiance of serenity and elegance, a world away from Tsubasa's familiar haunts.As they moved through the mansion, Tsubasa found herself drawn to the intricate details of Luna's life—the books on the shelves, the art adorning the walls, and the carefully curated spaces that reflected Luna's personality.

She realized that fashion wasn't the only thing she was unfamiliar with; the world of luxury and refinement was a new experience altogether. They ended their tour in a cozy reading nook, surrounded by plush cushions and soft light. Tsubasa sank into a chair, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

"I have to admit, Luna, your mansion is impressive. It's like stepping into a different world." Luna's smile was radiant as she settled into a chair opposite Tsubasa. "I'm glad you like it, Tsubasa. And you, my dear detective, are always welcome in this world."

Tsubasa's heart warmed at Luna's words, a sense of belonging settling over her like a comforting embrace. As they sat there, enveloped in the cool-toned beauty of Luna's sanctuary, Tsubasa couldn't help but feel that the royal party was just another milestone waiting for the next event to kickstart. She knew that these past few days had been a good change of pace without being constantly attacked by a cult and mythical beasts to boot.

Tsubasa couldn't dismiss the old hag's words from the festival. She also had this instinctive feeling that something bad would happen. It's just a matter of when that will be. Clutching her gifted amulet from the hag, there was nothing more to inspect about it; it was a normal black gem in a necklace with no special engravings or symbols of the sort.

Tsubasa didn't want to break it because if the hag had some truth to her words, then maybe breaking it would revoke her 'good luck' and spell down a torrent of misfortune. When Tsubasa thought about the royal dinner party, she wasn't all that enthusiastic about it. Posh people talking about posh things didn't intrigue her in the least.

However, being affiliated with a strong hierarchy of powerful people with great influence could better aid her in hindsight. Tsubasa weighed the pros and cons of attending the royal dinner party. While she wasn't particularly excited about mingling with the elite, she couldn't ignore the potential benefits it could bring to her future endeavors. Aligning herself with influential individuals might open doors to opportunities she couldn't afford to miss. Tsubasa would rather get to the chase than embark on redundant social endeavors that will certainly bore her, depending on the topic. She also remarked to Luna that she had been at a similar party with rich nobles; well, back on earth, it was a social event with CEOs and other corporate executives. Parties were not her thing, and she didn't bother going to any in her school years. The only fascinating thing about a party in Tsubasa is that it has the perfect crime theme set for murder. But it's a very cliché type of mystery that doesn't happen in real life.

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In the heart of a grand kingdom lay the opulent palace of 'Lord Armand,' a place of splendor and elegance. On a fine evening, a royal dinner party was in full swing, with the aristocracy of the land gathered to revel in the lavish festivities. Among the guests were two individuals who stood out in their unique ways: Tsubasa and Luna.

As they made their entrance into the royal dinner party, a hush spread through the room. Tsubasa's enigmatic aura was like a magnet, attracting curious gazes and intrigued whispers.

Her fair marigold hair and flaming eyes of ruby were enchanting in the eyes of those gazing at her beauty with a hint of masculinity.

Luna, on the other hand, was a vision that left the fellow royals astonished. She radiated an otherworldly charm, her presence casting a spell on those around her. The delicate grace with which she carried herself, coupled with her striking features, ignited a buzz of excitement among the attendees. Some royals recognized Luna and approached her merrily.

Tsu, I'll be chatting with my friends for a bit, so wait for me to come back, OK?" Tsubasa nodded in response and let Luna run off to her fellow royal friends. Tsubasa found herself lost amidst a sea of extravagant sights and sounds.

The banquet table was laden with a mesmerizing array of delectable dishes, many of which seemed foreign to Tsubasa. Her eyes widened in awe as she took in the intricacies of the feast before her; the many roundtables showcased the kingdom's culinary prowess.

From the assortment of cutlery ranging from delicate forks to ornate knives to the wine fountain at the center of the ballroom exuding an air of luxury, every detail was a testament to Lord Armand's refined taste.

The ballroom was illuminated by a resplendent chandelier crafted from glistening gold. Its radiant glow cast an enchanting ambiance, setting the perfect backdrop for the evening's festivities. There was also a group of musicians playing classical music. However, despite the grandeur, Tsubasa still felt like a fish out of water.

Her distaste for formal events was only accentuated by the uncomfortable human choker adorning her neck. She fidgeted and adjusted her collar repeatedly in search of some semblance of comfort. In the midst of her fumbling, Tsubasa's actions did not go unnoticed. A young man, with a demeanor as unassuming as his brown hair, approached her with an air of curiosity. He was dressed in an exquisite white suit adorned with intricate embroidery, a clear sign of his aristocratic status. As he drew nearer, he executed an elegant bow, his movements exuding refinement.

"My lady," he began with a warm smile, "I couldn't help but catch your divine radiance. You look exquisitely beautiful tonight." His words were laced with a sincerity that resonated with Tsubasa's discerning nature. Tsubasa, caught off guard by the compliment, acknowledged him with a nod.

She responded in a manner that conveyed polite recognition without revealing too much of her thoughts. "May I take your hand for the dance later tonight?" he inquired, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation. Tsubasa's surprise was palpable.

The unexpected proposal left her momentarily speechless. She contemplated her response carefully, her inner turmoil hidden beneath a composed exterior. Finally, she mustered a response that mirrored her reluctance towards formalities." I appreciate your offer," she began, her tone measured, "but I find myself completely uninterested in dancing this evening."

The young man's disappointment was evident, his eyes betraying a hint of sadness at the rejection. Nevertheless, he maintained his composure and gracefully accepted her decision. With a respectful bow, he excused himself from the ballroom, disappearing into the palace's depths. Tsubasa watched him leave, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. As he vanished from her sight, she felt a strange mixture of relief and curiosity.

The encounter had left an impression on her—a fleeting connection with a stranger she was unlikely to cross paths with again. In the midst of this unfolding drama, Luna continued to weave her own enchanting narrative.

Her conversations flowed effortlessly, and her laughter was like tinkling bells that charmed everyone in her vicinity. The evening held promises of old friendships and alliances, and Luna embraced the attention with her usual grace and charm. "I guess someone's popular."

Tsubasa chuckled lightly to herself, stirring a glass of red wine slowly, and made her way to a balcony, where she set her eyes on the starry skies and moon. The moon's surface seemed to shimmer with a dainty glow, casting a gentle illumination over the landscape below. Its craters and valleys were distinct, but the patterns and formations were foreign to Tsubasa's extensive knowledge. She had delved into the vast databases of moons, studying their features and histories, but none had prepared her for the sight that now captivated her.

With furrowed brows, Tsubasa mused aloud to herself, "This moon... it defies categorization." She was accustomed to analyzing celestial bodies based on the data she had gathered from her research. Every moon she had encountered could be linked to known classifications and origins, allowing her to piece together their stories. But this moon seemed to challenge all preconceived notions.

The moon's hue was another puzzle. Its silvery surface held a hint of iridescence, casting ever-shifting shades of pale blue and soft lavender across the landscape. Tsubasa had encountered moons of varying colors before, each attributed to specific mineral compositions or atmospheric conditions.

Yet this moon's coloring remained elusive, defying any logical explanation. As Tsubasa continued her contemplation, a soft breeze rustled through the air, carrying with it a faint, melodic hum. It was a sound she couldn't quite place—a harmonious resonance that seemed to resonate from the moon itself.

Closing her eyes, Tsubasa let the sound wash over her, immersing herself in its soothing embrace. It was as if the moon was whispering the secrets of the cosmos directly to her soul. Unable to resist its allure, Tsubasa extended her hand towards the moon, her fingers stretching as if to bridge the gap between them.

The moon's glow responded, pulsating gently in response to her touch. It was a connection she couldn't explain—an inexplicable bond forged in the quiet moments of the night. Lost in her reverie, Tsubasa reflected on the limitations of her extensive knowledge.

Despite the vast databases and records she had accessed throughout her explorations, there were realms of the universe that remained uncharted and undiscovered.

The grand ballroom was adorned with opulence and festivity as the guests mingled and danced, lost in a sea of elegance and luxury. Lord Armand, a figure of authority and grace, stood at the forefront of the room, his presence commanding the attention of all in attendance.

With a raised hand, he signaled for silence, and a hush fell over the room, the whispers of conversations fading into the background. Stepping forward, Lord Armand cleared his throat, his voice resonating with a mixture of authority and sincerity.

"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests," he began, his words carrying through the air with a weight that demanded attention. "Tonight, as we gather under this resplendent chandelier, I am reminded not only of the splendor that surrounds us but also of the painful struggles that have befallen our world." The room's atmosphere shifted, with an undercurrent of curiosity and anticipation sweeping through the crowd.

Lord Armand's gaze swept across the assembly, his eyes locking on each individual as if imparting a shared secret. "Throughout history, our society has witnessed the shadows that cast themselves upon our noble lineage. We have seen fellow royals fall victim to unknown forces—forces that have left a trail of heartbreak, suffering, and exile."A somber murmur rippled through the room, a collective recognition of the hidden tragedies that had plagued the lives of the royals. Lord Armand's speech delved into the painful reality of families torn apart, sacrifices made, and legacies erased. As he spoke of those who had been forced into hiding, stripped of their status and prestige, the weight of those untold stories hung heavy in the air. With conviction in his voice, Lord Armand continued, "It is time that we stand united, not only in our pursuit of grandeur and celebration but also in our quest for justice.

I vow to unveil the identity of the figure responsible for these countless deaths, to bring them to justice, and to mend the wounds that have scarred our community."

The ballroom erupted in applause, the sound echoing through the grand space as the guests cheered in support of Lord Armand's declaration. His words had stirred something within them—a shared determination to seek the truth and rectify the injustices that had remained hidden for far too long.

As the applause subsided, Lord Armand's demeanor shifted, his expression transforming from one of solemnity to one of jubilation. With a bottle of champagne cradled in his arms, he grinned and raised it high. "And now," he exclaimed, the anticipation in his voice palpable, "let us toast to unity, to justice, and to the resilience of our noble lineage!"

With a flourish, Lord Armand popped the champagne bottle's cork, the celebratory pop punctuating his words. The room was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses as the guests raised their own flutes, a collective gesture that marked the beginning of a renewed sense of purpose. Amidst the festivities, Tsubasa's mind was in turmoil. Lord Armand's words had struck a chord within her, leading her thoughts to Luna. The mention of abolishment and fallen royals triggered memories of Luna's mysterious past. Tsubasa's mind raced with thoughts of the young woman who had become her confidante, and a sense of unease settled in her heart.

Observing Lord Armand closely, Tsubasa noticed an unusual tension in his demeanor. His nervousness was evident, his forehead glistening with perspiration as he delivered his speech. There was an air of secrecy that hung around him—a feeling that he was withholding more than he revealed. Determined to uncover the truth, Tsubasa made the decision to approach him and seek answers that lay beneath the surface.

However, before she could act on her impulse, Luna intervened. She appeared by Tsubasa's side, a smile on her lips, as she tugged her friend towards a nearby dining table where their companions were gathered.

Tsubasa's attempts were thwarted as Luna's infectious enthusiasm drew her into the midst of their group. Tsubasa couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration as Luna's intervention distracted her from her initial goal.

She knew that her friend meant well, but the burning curiosity within her only grew stronger, making it difficult to ignore the lingering doubts about him. As Luna's laughter mingled with the joyous symphony of the evening, Tsubasa's lingering doubts were momentarily set aside. The night was young, and the mysteries that swirled around Lord Armand's speech would have to wait. For now, amidst the company of friends, she found herself swept into the rhythm of the celebration, even as her thoughts continued to drift towards the enigma that was Luna's past.