Quest 2, Part 16: [Preparations:finished]

Still early in a morning, rows of decorated carriages can be seen travelling to the grand capital of Aurora. Some of them are close to each other yet still keep in a respectable distance so the obviously elite of the elite guards wearing eye-catching and glistening armor can participate in this glorious dick-size measuring competition. With the longest penis as of yet, the neighboring empire of “I forgot what it was but it doesn’t matter at all” can proudly claim the prize. Jokes aside, the undoubtedly fake golden carriage which should weight about at least five metric tons, fitted with gems in nauseatingly gross manner sparkles especially out of the the rest of the picture.

The more tolerable designs with careful historical meaning are still a sight to look at, even more since I know of most of the world’s events that were dutifully passed down faked by the monkeys dressed in clothes.

Since it’s not in my purpose to sully my eyes, this is all I bothered to care. If I find something that I do not disapprove, my will might waver and the carefully laid plans crumble together with all I have. What a twisted view I possess...

The event starts tomorrow. Today, they get the chance to see how small and pitiful they are, let them develop that little doubt in the depths of their minds so that I can crash everything in a single move under them. From now, all I have to do is observe.

Arriving at the gates of the city, the carriages are stopped by to local guards. For the sake of convenience all of the chosen for this duty are not humans. Not a single human for the guests to talk or complain to. The large number of armed forces are kindly asked to camp near the gates of the city, only a handful of selected can enter to stay by their client’s side. The rest are not allowed to step a foot inside the city to avoid aggression, they have to rely on the kind heart of the traders that bother to visit them outside the walls.

Not many like the idea but they have to accept for their own sake and place trust on the other side to protect them from each other, their own supposed allies. It would be easy for one to try and kill tons of potential enemies gaining advantage over them. It’s obvious that their chosen few are not just the best meatshields, but the best assassins too. My invitations might have forgot to mention the strong enchantments that prevent such actions, not like they’d have believed it in the first place.

It’s enjoyable to see the disfigured faces of some the participants. Every single person receives one personal maid to take care of them during their stay. They were selected very carefully. Only those were picked, who are capable of controlling themselves in a dignified manner while they are frowned upon. They all have a strong sense of pride and the skill and strength that comes with it. This setting serve multiple purposes. First, the honored guests will refer from doing anything outrageous in front of them, like for example stealing. I quite like my decorations, thank the guildmates, I don’t want to execute leaders uselessly. Other than that, they are much stronger than their own guards so I won’t have to use my own senses all the time to stop assassination attempts they make on each other.

I can see that in the future there will be some participants waiting for medical attention with broken bones after trying to do something stupid. Well, after they entered the walls they were already on my palm.

Their faces, their personalities- are simply blank for me. I don’t care who they are, how they feel or what they want to achieve. For me, all who came here are potential enemies who I must defeat one way or another.

With these last thoughts my time in spotlight ended, I return to the only place I fell at home, my workshop to finish the last touches.

Their aura is more than enough for me to know what’s happening in the whole city. Although overwriting my own self to endure the strain might cause some setbacks, I cannot allow anything to disturb the events.

While working with my hands I watch as they are taken to their private rooms. They are filled with discomfort and for a good reason. They arrived trying to look grand, but seeing how everything inside the unenterable mansion is much more sophisticated and refined than they’ve ever seen in their lives. Yes, they’ve grown up knowing the beauty of the marble and gold, not the [dramarm] and rare minerals. Even if the two stones are similar, the elegance of a fantasy material can’t be understood by those who never cleared endgame dungeons.

They would kill their mother to obtain a small brick of [adamant] while here the toilet is embellished by it. No, here it’s handled as a mid-tier crafting material. The queen sized beds are created of spider’s silk, I doubt anyone else in this world has anything comparable to what I do.

They walk around touching things, only stopping to look around as if they stole something. By their own standards, they look like a peasant left alone in the house of a noble.

The night ascends, after a quick meal they all sleep guarded by their personal escorts. The night passes very slowly for me, probably because I have many things to think about. I’m going to do something drastic. I’m going to undermine a lot of my own work just so that my will is going to live on. I’ve made my choice, I can’t change it anymore. I hope it was the correct one, but I may never know.

As the morning comes I finish my work. I press the button on the newest device I made with the contribution of the mages, turning it on. Magic curses through the metal, the impromptu device.

The ball officially starts, without me.