Chapter 2: | Weird Ceremonial Performance
A beautiful room, which has hanging chandeliers brimming with different kinds of crystals and gold. It felt more fitting for a royal ball, with its color scheme being maroon and gold.
When I look at all these materials, they look super high quality and fine; the variety of traditional artisans work for all these glassware works are perfectly clear, smooth, and symmetrical; that's stunningly unique and different from each other.
I'm actually more curious about the food, because there's many foods I haven't tried; with my stomach forever being stuck with whatever processed stuff they call food.
Spotlights showers upon me, which frightened me. "Here is our special~ guest who is! The! Only Kyhii~rrrieooll!!!" Someone announced from the stand.
Performing a somersault off the second floor. Who's Vialtogen wearing a Victorian maroon-black tailcoat decorated ornately with golden geometric patterns, before entering the spotlights. "As we start our ceremony, let's hear it from our special~ guest!"
After that announcement, Vialtogen instantly zooms in front of me with a spinning proposal: that's the audio transmitter; majestically-sparkling his eyes a childish air.
I swear that he comes up with one of the most ridiculous ways to make me feel uncomfortable, so I clear my throat to speak. "I wo-"
"Our guest~ has spoken! Now let's begin the ceremony." Causing artificial automations and golems from the sides begin to clap, while the classical music starts playing from the right stage. And Vialtogen proudly spun the microphone while slicking his black fur - exiting silently into the crowd.
What the fuck was the point of that introduction you annoying furry. I wanted to scream at him later, but I shouldn't complain for all the effort he put into this presentation.
Did my other self say something about this? I swear if he suggested this idea...
Actually, It isn't dumb if I think about it, so maybe I'm just overreacting from impulsiveness. Guess I'll stuff my mouth with the food, and hopefully forget about my discomfort.
I ran towards the food table lavished with a variety of sweets and wine.
This is way too over the top for a small ceremony.
Before I saw a lady with silky long golden hair. Firstly wearing a maroon-golden-white rayon-velvet dress decorated with a bunch of traditional patterns similar to the east.
Secondly wearing expensive pure golden roses from her hair and dress, while her golden-cyan festoon accessories hang loose from an invisible thread. Lastly wearing earrings and bracelets of carved dragon-like entities or what.
She looked at me with her golden gleaming gaze. "Oh, sorry about that lad. Did I surprise you?" She elegantly said, slithering a smile.
I took another glance at her gaze, before looking back to my plate full of sweets. Using a silver fork to stuff it into my mouth—enjoying the new pleasures of life.
"Hey Cronix," Vialtogen happily spoke, coming from behind Cronixel's shoulder energetically, while swishing his tail uncontrollably.
"You piece of rubbish! I was trying to start a conversation with Kyhirieol, Vrizīǝn." Cronixel irritatedly exclaimed, before flicking her hair with her hand. Before telling me, "I'll ask you to dance with me once it starts."
But then Vialtogen interrupts behind us. "Women, chill with your attitude in front of our only special~ guest." Crossing his arms, before gesturing to her to depart off somewhere together...
While I continue to stuff more sweets into my mouth; not even caring in the slightest from what she said. Still happily enjoying the feeling that rushes into my system of pleasure; popping and bursting circular pearls that fills my mouth with a smooth liquid.
I should try the other foods here instead of the sweets.
As I began to excitedly explore the giant ball room, while wondering what activities they had planned. Well, the second floor wouldn't be there as decoration, right?
The clock struck ten, while a chime vibrated throughout the ball room as someone squealed excitedly.
I begin to feel hazy. Which feels way too short and fast. While I begin to worry about what will happen next.
As the scenery lights darken with a rosy love atmosphere. The beginning spotlights start doing their action like a drama play.
A beautiful woman slid down the clean golden railings of the stairs towards the bottom, while an exaggerated amount of reddish-pink rose petals flew behind her.
Then she performs an over the top elegant spin towards me—causing the musical tempo and space to distort slightly for every leap she takes, while leaving behind lagging silhouettes that follow her movement.
All the while the artificial automations and golems begin to spin into position from the sides to start their waltz.
What to even do, my exhaustion might kick in. No, I'm overthinking it–
"–Are you ready? My prince?" As Cronixel lowered herself to my height, smiling ever so bright.
"U-uh... I don't know how to hit the, I mean dance actually," I hurriedly said in my state of constant discomfort.
Cronixel wink at me before telling me. "It's fine, as long as you enjoy yourself after all." Before placing my hands onto her shoulders...
And my height reached to her bust height, and I couldn't escape my new discomforting feelings.
Cronixel began twirling my entire body. Fixing every minor step I took, while eloquently changing her position and pose to alter my misgivings.
Before I almost falter, Cronixel pulls me toward her lower body face to face.
Giving me a short personal kiss, before retracting my position into her arms as Cronixel launches me into the air.
Now I felt way too dazed - this was more of a nightmare.
As something grabbed me in the air from the chandeliers. Swinging to the second floor's railing - taking me on another ride.
Now I literally feel like a damsel in distress, being tossed around like a piece of garbage.
"Hey, could you let me down Vialtogen. And lead me to the bedroom, I'm tired," I plead, while still in his arms being carried like a princess.
He tried stopping mid-way—almost tripping off the second floor's railings, while I was about to slip off his arms one story down.
"But- well, I guess we can end the ceremony early. We could conti–"
"–No! Don't continue it. I want a nap with food right now!" I immediately interrupted out of annoyance.
As he gently let me off the second floor. Before lowering his head as his tail and ears drooped, while letting out a small whimper before jumping towards Cronixel's direction to the first floor.
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After the fall, Vialtorzegen was embracing Cronixel, before pushing her back and asking her. "May you take our companion to their room," brushing his fur out of habit. "I'll refine this place up, so take care of him for me."
Cronixel begins to sit down onto a chair near a marble pillar, before snacking on a dessert from the west region called 'Lontye Paclute.'
"Don't make it sound so grim, Vrizīǝn. We can talk to Kyhirieol about it," she exclaimed without a worry.
"We'll do that later. Since we've ended this event early, we'll continue planning more activities for our companion," he said, while furiously swishing his tail ever bit annoyed by her actions.
"That lad was supposed to introduce their to-be spouse as m'lady," she silently humor herself, before putting her hand onto his shoulder.
"Ah, and that bribe for doing such an audacious act earlier. Lend me it after I finish talking with that lad for their adequate needs later - so I'd hope no burden will be pressed upon your work."
Vialtorzegen shrugged at such useless reoccurring suggestions - since it's now the past.
(Organizing our logistics and resources right now would be the biggest priority. Whatever, I'll continue letting Cronix handle it instead like always,) Vialtorzegen thought to himself.
(We could bring them to explore the smallest continent later in the future. As for such artistic events tomorrow, It'll be fun…)
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"Vialtogen, could you even explain what was running through your guys' mind when planning and creating that ceremony?'' Kyhirieol questionably sounded surprised when finishing watching the recording.
"Why is the editing, um~, a bit good... I don't know, it seems like a medieval-steampunk-romance drama play.
But my avatar seems quite uncomfortable. Did you guys even tell him about your guys' weird antics? Actually, don't answer that question—since I clearly can see you guys didn't."
Slightly wavering before resuming his monologue, "I wouldn't care what you guys do, but the sudden change was honestly pretty amazing, even if it was way too exaggerated.
Also, I will like it more if you'll treat him a bit more~ kindly... After all, he's always a stupid child who can't even take care of himself."
"I'll go see what I can do then." Vialtorzegen resounded, while moderately slamming his tail against the wooden floor repeatedly.
"I have to work boringly at the office again. So I'll see you later."
After those departing words, the holographic screen begins to dissipate from existence.
While Vialtorzegen was trying to figure out the perfect memory data to transfer exchange into this body's central processing unit from the main core's data library.
As Vialtorzegen, separate thought processors began to wander throughout cyberspace. Many old uncertain feelings arose inside him, blooming slowly…
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