The Grand Feast of Peace, according to the palace's propaganda pamphlet, was "a historic gathering of leaders from across the realm to celebrate unity, cooperation, and the future prosperity of all kingdoms."
According to me, it was "a historic opportunity to annoy absolutely everyone in one room."
Lilith read the pamphlet aloud at the breakfast table. "It's not just a dinner. There's a full-day itinerary. Speeches, symbolic handshakes, trade agreement signings—"
"—and the part where I accidentally trip Blayzeon into the soup," I interrupted.
She slapped the pamphlet down. "Cecil. This is a high-stakes political event. You will be surrounded by foreign dignitaries. You cannot—"
"—miss a single opportunity for chaos?" I guessed.
"No," she said flatly. "You cannot cause an international incident."
Mister Fog took a slow sip of tea. "We're bringing the croissant cannon, right?"
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