Trapped in Another World With No Magic

Chapter 96: The Future's Problems Are Yesterday's Fears

"Enough of this absurd farce!"

The outburst comes during the audience between Empress Sundenelle kos Lindenmorg of the Grand Zenkon Empire and the ruling body of the Fievegal, following the mental game Daniel is playing against Sundenelle where he just 'accepted her proposal for marriage'.

The one who just shouted to disrupt the audience in the throne room is an extraordinarily elegantly-dressed young man, somewhere in his mid-twenties, as far as Daniel can tell. He has a rather extravagant outfit, with golden chains and jewels embedded in the buttons, as well as a stunningly lavish mantle that reaches the floor and appears to be made of silk and bordered with expensive-looking fur of some creature with spots that reminds Daniel of a snow leopard.

Sundenelle cautiously replies, "Grand Prince Yaulander, mind your..."

"I will not! I will not stand by and listen to this disgusting slabber. Slabber of a commoner, no less." The Grand Prince steps up onto the first step of the dais where Sundenelle is, giving himself slightly more elevation to project himself to the whole room. "This man is no emperor, and the slovenly company he keeps are no Empresses. They make a mockery of the entirety of the nobility and royalty, nattering on about their sovereignty when they proclaim four different Empresses simultaneously hold authority. And their supposed 'Emperor'; nothing is more laughable than a lowly commoner claiming he is an Emperor. And goblins as Queens? This wretched gathering of barbarians is the furthest thing from royalty, and yet we are forced to sit here and listen to this drivel?"

"Yaulander!" shouts Sundenelle.

"Your Illustrious Majesty, you cannot seriously be allowing this disrespectful speech from these... beasts. This... Daniel was banished from the Kingdom of Mornistae for lecherous behavior, and he has now sided with demons and beast-kin. And, he has the unmitigated gall to ask for your hand in marriage? The hand of the pure and noble Empress of the greatest Empire in the world? Absolutely absurd. Royalty must remain pure, delineated by noble bloodlines of pedigree. Mixing with the blood of commoners, no less commoners that would lay with monsters, is beyond the ludicrous ramblings of a madman. If you are going to pretend to be royalty, the least you could do is learn that much, you disgusting peasant. You get a little bit of strength stolen from a castle that wasn't yours, and you declare yourself royalty, but you come from nothing. Weeds do not become roses, and they never will. And, to attempt to mix them would be the ruin of an Empire that has stood for hundreds of years." Yaulander holds his hand out, declaring, "Take your slovenly wenches and go back to your hovel in the west, Daniel 'of the Otherworld'. You are far beyond the realm of your station requesting the hand of an Empress to add to your hedonistic cult."

All of Daniel's companions are standing still, almost like statues, completely unfazed by the rant, even as Sundenelle glances around. She's relatively safe if an attack begins, but Yaulander may have just doomed everyone in the audience chamber.

Of course, little does she know that everyone is standing still because the golems have been briefly disconnected from their actors.

In the Citadel during Yaulander's rant, where the illusion is being generated from and where Daniel and his companions actually are, Geirahoel is being held by Daniel as she shrieks and breathes fire, "I'll burn their entire empire to the ground! Then we'll see who are beasts! Let me go, Daniel!"

"Calm down! Do you really respect his words?" Daniel's urging calms her down, and the other two dragons and Hekate, who were more subtly preparing to sneak away from Daniel to do the same thing as Geirahoel, also pause long enough to hear him out.

Daniel adds, "He's just some guy. Why do you care what he thinks?"

"But..." starts Geirahoel, a little hurt.