Am really a Dragon!

The banquet

"Madam Joan, don't you find it boring? I suggest you find a seat down at the feast and party too. Who knows maybe you'll finally find the Huge Giant you always wanted to hold you." Arthur spoke out with a frown.

‘Well, it was an open secret that Joan would only go for men stronger than she was. But before any other person would attain the same heights as she, they would be very well in their fifties!

To those old foggies, she just blatantly rejected their approach... she was a young woman in then end.’

The high platform was further divided into Upper, middle and lower stages. The Upper stage was where The Queen and her consort sat, with several maids attending her. Two seats were empty, her mother, and baby brother.

c The Middle Platform was specifically for the Masters, several of them came from far away in the Human Realm.

The lower Platform was further divided into classes for the 6 Dukes, 12 Earls, and High-rank Viscounts respectively.

Needless to say, Queen Clover was adorned peacefully on the upper platform, and Edward, her guard just so happens to be well behind her.

He got annoyed when he saw the two 'maids' berating Clover and it ached him greatly. Since he had no idea of their prowess [Hidden information to only a selected few] he deemed them unworthy of denouncing the wishes of his heartfelt crush.

"Oi, Little boy. Hehe, you are telling me off so brazenly, could it be that you are interested in me? Although you kind of has the criteria, it's just muscles and nothing else, you'll have to absorb Mana for another 70 years before you reach my level."

Joan smiled widely showing fangs and taunted Edward, Although it was beneath her to respond to the provocations of ' an ant' she couldn't help but try to alleviate her boredom.

"What are you saying! You have no liberty to speak in such a brazen manner to the Queen. Apologize immediately!"

‘Edward, why are this stupid!?’

"Young Arthur, Do you not hear yourself? What have we said or done that harmed Clover in any way? Everything we do is for her interest." The Kimono Maid enunciated in a 'flustered' manner.

“That's true. You're just maids in the castle. How can you even sense Mana”

Edward fully believed these maids were just being arrogant due to their connections with the Previous Queen.

He grew frustrated in a lackluster manner Queen Clover seem to gloss through the matter and now decided to act.

With his long stay at the Castle, naturally, he would have surely had a shove with them. The problem was, the maids would always use this same pitiful excuse to stump him,

it was either 'The Previous Queen had mandated us to groom Clover' or 'Everything we do is for her benefit' and so on.

This had always gotten him exasperated and irked. Unfortunately, he never had any bit of power to speak... That was until now, something in him had changed the moment Ex Queen Gipsy gave him the approval to contest in the Marriage Selection. It couldn't be exactly described but it felt as if he had left the ranks of a commoner then, a slave, and transcended into a Great Commander, someone befitting of taking the Queen's game in marriage.

Yes, it was a boost to his Confidence...

‘If Queen Gipsy has accepted me as the Candidate of King, then she believes me and Clover were fated to be together.”

In this, he felt it was apparent that he should speak out to the 'opposing' factor that dampens Clover's smile.

"I mean it. Enough of that, Queen Clover you have to tell YOUR maids off. You have persevered for so long... Aren't you tired?"

Clover's pretty face changed slightly. She gritted her teeth and thought inwardly 'Edward, Please don't do more damage than you already have. If in your random remark you make a slip and touch their reverse scale... Am afraid'

She had to dispel such thoughts immediately, besides Joan had already grown irritated by this emaciated fellow. she truly had no idea why a sentence she joked off in her boredom could accumulate to this route, this was not fun at all.

"There's no need to worry about me Arthur, Aunts Joan, and Swan were, as they said, educating me about some Ordinances of Noble ladies.

Joan made a pout and decided to ignore the 'ant'. Before she had the chance to peak out, as if fearing for the worst, Clover had already berated Edward with a dismissive tone.

Edward's face went from blue to red and then purple. In the end, he made up his mind to not say anything. He was still low in the chain. If he wanted to help Clover in any way, he had to possess the power to do so. He must become the King! By then he couldn't wait to see the unscrupulous acts of these maids... His mind flew out with thoughts of all sorts of hateful punishments he would allot to them.

“Your Highness, I would have to ask for leave to use the bathroom” He flipped his cape and left.

‘Edward... Why are you covering your face? Why are you running?. Don't tell me you're crying?’

Fuck!.

Far down the platform, a silent commotion had spewed out, and the center of it all was a gluttonous bastard washing the food off as if it was natural as breathing.

He didn't seem to chew or appreciate the quality taste of the diverse set of foods that were Kept on the large table. His mouthful could swallow a while pheasant and a gulp a wine glass. There wasn't a hint of sophistication or elegance in him at all.

Bear Paws, Chicken Wings, Braised Pork... He had the tummy of a panda.

People complain about his actions with loud whispers, even higher nobles like the Sons of Earls and the 6 dukes had a pained look on their faces.