ps: A certain fan girl said that she wanted to see the Grand Duke's blind date, so she had this, of course...... For well-known reasons, some parts are still ......

"Woo~Woo!"

The top of the Stormstorm Fortress exploded with a three-color salute.

"Yo, what day is it? I felt like I heard the sound of the flowers. In the Pig and Whistle Hotel, a bearded man with a beard among the two old friends who were chatting energetically stopped and said sideways.

"I said, buddy, you didn't hear me wrong." His drinking buddies were disapproving.

"I definitely heard you right! Bet a silver coin with you! The bearded man yelled.

"Okay, but it's better to switch to Stormwind Port wine. Whoever loses the next cup is please! The drinker shrugged. Ellie, Ellie! ”

He shouted at the barmaid. "Give us two more bottles of Stormwind Port wine, and by the way, tell us what's new in Stormwind Palace today."

"Okay! Bart. The beautiful hostess Elle brought them two more bottles of wine. This is nothing new. Did you hear the horn of triumph this morning? It was the horn that greeted the triumph of the Grand Duke of Beauval. ”

"Grand Duke of Berval?" The bearded Bartleby interrupted her in surprise, causing Ellie to look dissatisfied. "Didn't you say he was dead?"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding~" Ellie shook her head as she hugged the tray. "As if for the sake of secrecy in military operations, I said, Bart, I won't say anything if you interrupt me again!"

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up." The bearded Bart covered his mouth in a smug manner.

Ellie then said with satisfaction. "Actually, Lord Bervar is going to the Wild West to exterminate the damned Defia Brotherhood. This morning was his triumphant return to the city. So His Majesty the King specially organized a royal banquet for this purpose. The fireworks just now should be the signal of the beginning of the banquet. ”

"Hahaha!" The bearded Bart laughed heartily and patted his drinking buddy on the shoulder. "What am I talking about! You've lost! ”

"Yes, yes......" The drinker smiled wryly and raised his glass. This cup is mine. ”

"Okay, don't be so upset. Think about it, man. The Wild West is a good place without the Brotherhood of Defia. Now maybe we can try our luck there, too. ”

"Maybe." His drinking buddy replied listlessly.

"My relatives in the Wild West have complained about the misdeeds of the Brotherhood of Defia. Your Majesty has indeed done a great thing this time. Everybody. I propose that for His Majesty's sake, we have a toast! Bart suggested loudly and enthusiastically.

The Brotherhood of Defia was indeed unpopular at the bottom, and Barth's suggestion was echoed by most of the people in the hotel. Everyone raised their glasses.

"For the glory of the king!"

"Ladies and gentlemen. We are here today for a rare victory. As you all know, the Brotherhood of Defia has been completely removed from the map of the Wild West after this battle. Although this is the end of the stubborn resistance. But it is also the result of the bloody struggle of my brave soldiers. For this. Let's take a look at today's protagonists, the valiant warriors led by the Grand Duke of Berval! A grand welcome and heartfelt thanks. ”

Varian took the lead and raised his glass.

"For the glory of the king!" The crowd below raised their glasses in response.

"For my honorable warriors!"

Varian smiled and drank the wine from his glass. "Feel free, I hope you all have a memorable evening today."

Ignoring the slightly noisy crowd as he relaxed, Varian turned back to his throne and nodded to the court butler beside him.

Soon, the prelude to the light dance music sounded.

"Your Majesty's interest seems to be good today." Benedictas, who was sitting down with Varian's head, held his scepter and glanced at the audience before turning his gaze to Varian, "In that case, why didn't Your Majesty start the scene himself." ”

Varian's eyes met Benedictas, smiling and pun back. "When you're old, you should get some rest. …… This kind of thing. It's better to give it to young people. ”

"Your Majesty is really joking." Benedictas's expression didn't move, but it was unknown what he was thinking.

"Haha, yes, it's a joke......" Varian said. However, today, don't you think you should give this opportunity to our protagonist? ”

Following Varian's gaze, Benedictas looked at Berval, who was almost trapped by the unobtrusive gathering of noble ladies.

"Our Grand Duke doesn't seem to be very good at dealing with such things." Benedictas said with a good-natured smile. "This was also arranged by His Majesty?"

"I just think Bowal should think about his own personal problems." Varian said casually. "It's a bit unkind to always ask him to dedicate himself to me and the kingdom. Maybe after tonight, we'll have a good story to say? Archbishop. ”

"Bowall's devotion to the Light is unquestionable." Benedictas said seriously. "But obviously, in the matter of men and women. He is not as experienced as His Majesty. ”

Varian smiled, his eyes half-narrowed.

No matter how many people cast their eyes on the Grand Duke, who was surrounded by ladies, with envy or jealousy. Bolval couldn't even feel it.

Because these warblers and warblers that surrounded him almost drove him crazy.

During Varian's absence. The palace also held several large balls in the name of Anduin, and Berval, as regent, took the position of opening the dance every time.

Now that Varian clearly had no intention of dancing, the duty naturally continued to fall on Valber's shoulders - and the ball was supposed to be held today to celebrate his victory.

But...... Bowall's mood was terrible. Although Anduin was reminded in advance, he was still a little frightened when it came to the door. Now he seems to be the center of the eye of the storm, and almost the entire young lady at the ball surrounds him with three layers inside and three layers outside. Several times he almost wanted to reach out and pull on any of them. But those noble ladies were so powerful that as soon as they saw that he showed signs of reaching out, they immediately began to fight openly and secretly to seize the most advantageous position.

The fight between women is terrible. It is already trivial that the wine glass he was holding was "accidentally" spilled on the body of the person next to him. It's nothing to push and shove each other.

However, seeing that the young lady closest to him began to fall on him, Bowval was still a little stupid for a moment. Luckily, another lady knocked her out of the way right away. But then the ladies next to them immediately put up the gap.

Bowal looked wistfully at the ladies in front of him, who seemed to be barely missing.

The partners of the opening dance of the prom will usually have a clear political significance. But. He's been away from Stormwind for so long. How does he know who to choose?

"Your Majesty!" Berval cast a rescue look at Varian, only to find it - our esteemed Majesty Varian. It seems to be a fake sleep and fell asleep??

What are you kidding, Your Majesty! Your next Archbishop Benedictas is in good spirits at all times. How can you fall asleep in such a noisy environment? Bolval was truly indignant. Before you fall asleep, give me a signal to let me know who I should choose to be my dance partner!

Never before had Boval missed Countess Catlana so much at this moment.

Although the Black Dragon Princess is guilty of a heinous crime, she is ...... Anyway, when she threw the ball, Bolval wouldn't be intimidated by the fact that she was choosing a dance partner. All he had to do was dance a polite dance with Katrana.

And now?

Unbeknownst to our poor Grand Duke, Varian had secretly hinted through the Speaker of the Noble Council behind his back that Berval's chosen dance partner tonight would most likely be the future Duchess of Pagodagan. Moreover, it was also made clear that every nobleman who was qualified to attend the ball could bring a young lady of the right age at home for the Grand Duke to decide.

With Varian refusing to remarry, Grand Duke of Berval is undoubtedly the hottest single nobleman in Stormwind - not one of them. Before, everyone thought that Countess Catlana and him were a couple, so no nobleman dared to touch Catlana's scales. But now...... Almost all the nobles told their daughters that they must win the Grand Duke at this ball!

And so without Berval's knowledge. This celebration ball has turned into a blind date party that Varian secretly organized behind his back!

The second prelude is over.

Bowall's sweat was dripping from his frustration. He would rather go to the Western Wilderness to fight bandits again than attend such a ball again.

Suddenly, the tone of the piece changes from a prelude to a waltz.

That is, someone started dancing?

Who is so bold?

Everyone looked sideways at the center of the dance floor, and even Varian, who had been pretending to sleep on the throne, forgot to pretend in surprise and opened his eyes.

To everyone's surprise, Bolval breathed a sigh of relief. Whoever that person was, he would have to thank him later.

In the middle of the dance floor, the little prince Anduin solemnly danced a waltz with a noble little girl with a flushed face.

Seeing that it was the little prince who started the dance, the people around him relaxed and began to slide onto the dance floor in twos and threes.

At the time of the meeting between Berval's sight and Anduin. The little prince winked playfully. "Uncle Boval, remember you owe me once."

"Okay." Bowval smiled bitterly, and took advantage of the moment when everyone was attracted to Anduin's attention, and flashed out of the encirclement with unprecedented agility.

Uncle Boval just now. It's comparable to Aunt Valera. Anduin's face, which had been dressed as old, was cracked.

Benedictas said thoughtfully to Varian, "Our Anduin is also twelve years old, well, although it is a little early, but is Your Majesty going to start looking for a suitable fiancée for him?" I have a few good ones here that I can give Your Majesty a reference. ”

"No need......" Varian covered his face with one hand and turned it sideways to hide the look on his face.

But...... Looking at Anduin on the dance floor, Varian couldn't help but think of the distant past, and his gaze gradually softened.

Next time, will you have another dance party in the name of Anduin? Varian began to seriously consider the feasibility. (Your support is to be renewed.) )