Transmigration: Forced to Be a Fake

13 - too tacky

Palaces.

It seemed that if there was a simple sentence that could represent this place, then the Meridian had only thought of one sentence.

It doesn't look like a palace in the movie.

Laila's focus after the handsome visuals and fantasy-style clothes, seems to be the palace decorations.

The area is not approximately. One Soekarno-Hatta airport is not enough. Divided into several parts of the park, led by towering tall buildings with several conical towers.

The one who could have a palace as if he was the owner of this world was definitely not the ruler of the empire, but rather the son of a god.

You crazy Laila!

"Give me your hand."

Meridian stared confusedly at Lucas' hand. "For?"

"Give it!" He's tickling. Ask for people's hands.

If it wasn't outside the house, Meridian would kick it. But since several pairs of eyes saw them, he had to take care of the image of the Marquis family.

Walking behind the pair of Marquis and Marchioness, Meridian could feel more and more gazes fixed on her.

He didn't know if it was because of his handsome brother or because of the main Meridian, but he could have guessed that throughout the party they would be the center of attention.

Hadheh.

Meridian was sleepy first.

"What's wrong?" Lucas whispers. Realizing the Meridian rubbed his eyes.

"I'm sleepy." Meridian really.

".... I'm going crazy." Lucas grumbled. Not replying to Meridians as they started to enter the party hall.

The crowd immediately greeted them in the room. The meridians tried not to yawn as a horde of female nobles came approaching her mother, greeting them all.

Even he could guess while sleeping, the reason why the noble mothers with his daughter came.

They want to see Lucas.

What Meridian knows from the noble tradition is actually almost the same as the whole human tradition on earth. They were in droves wanting to immediately marry their debutant daughter, while men were instead held back from getting married quickly until they were fully grown.

Lucas was the second son after Dion. He may be twenty-five or above. She is the target of young noble women who hope to have a handsome husband, regardless of love and the like.

Well, but since it's a fantasy romance novel inspired by fantasy romance comics anyway, then of course the role of Lucas ... is a spread of charm (but think not being spread charm) while rejecting their expectations with a cold attitude.

Even Meridian still asks the actual setting of this place following the culture of what society?

"Hey, let's go."

Meridian agrees.

Left the mother and father couple there, rushed to another place more lengthened.

Lucas took a drink from the table. Spontaneous Meridians also want to take, but are prevented.

"What do you think you want to drink?" Don't forget he's tickling. "Wait here. I'll get you some juice."

Meridian hopes that her magic will not stir up something that will mess up her fiance's homecoming party now.

While he was away, he grabbed a drink glass. Sipping alcohol is not sure what tastes rather concentrated on the tongue.

Is the meridian not used to drinking alcohol?

He's seventeen, anyway. New debutant, so maybe not yet—

"I think it's you, Miss Meridian."

Meridian.

For just a moment she raised her eyebrows high at the presence of a spectacularly beautiful figure, dragging a beautiful but strangely beautiful dress, complete with a fan flying her beautiful golden blonde hair.

Must be the Princess.

Sure.

"Your Majesty." Like it not like it, Meridian must follow the tradition of nobility.

He bowed to the great imperial family even though he actually did not know where their majesty was.

"How are you? I heard you were sick. It hurts enough to forget to greet me before tasting something."

Haha, antagonist. "I intend to greet you with my Second Brother, Your Majesty."

"really? Where is he?"

Meridian almost swung irreverently towards Lucas who was walking here.

Looking at the drink glass in Meridian's hand, Lucas seemed to be grumbling. But he did not, but instead simply handed the glass to the Meridian as well as retrieving the alcohol glass from his hand.

"Success pervades the imperial moon."

"Huek—"

"What's wrong?"

Meridian could feel Lucas' murderous gaze on her. But he seriously could not resist after hearing that tacky greeting.

Imperial moon?

Don't tell me the Crown Prince is the Imperial Sun?

Then what Emperor? Imperial Galaxy?

"Please forgive my brother's irreverence, Your Majesty." Lucas embraces the soft (forced) Meridian body while bowing politely to the Imperial Embosser. "Actually the Meridian's health condition is very bad. He forced himself to attend to fulfill your invitation."

"Is that so?" His Majesty stared at the sharp Meridians. "I understand. It is impolite for me to burden the patient, but I hope that at least you wait for my brother to arrive. He really wants to see you, Miss."

"It's an honor, Your Majesty." The meridian between laughing but vomiting.

The problem is, it's forced.

The blonde girl turned her gray eyes at the Meridians. I don't know why he's sure there's a meaning to that look.

Although most Meridians did not care, because more importantly, he had finished greeting so he could escape.

Once convinced the Princess failed to disturb him as well as stay away, Lucas immediately released the Meridian.

"Are you okay?"

Hm? He's not angry?

"Yes." Yeah." Meridian sipped his juice quietly. "I'm just sleepy and nauseous."

"Why am I not okay?"

Luke rattled his hair in frustration. "No. Forget it."

"Hei—"

Meridian wanted to ask what she was hiding plus what the name of the Princess was, but her words were cut off by a shout.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince entered the room!"

Almost Meridian tepuk jidat. So strange this scene, spontaneously he walked away from where the main character appeared, thinking he had to run away anywhere as long as not to see the scene of everyone fascinated will be gallant and beautiful War Hero.

Hahey. Just make goosebumps.

"Hey! Meridians! Meridians!"

Instead of screaming, if he wants to come along.

Missis!

A herdian?

Let's meet on the balcony. Ask Lucas to teleport without a sound. Nowow.

"Lucas." Meridian had no choice but to hide in Lucas' arms.

Herdian's voice sounded panicked. It seemed like he was worried about something about the flow of magic and where or whatever it was.

But to his surprise, Lucas immediately teleported a moment after he was shocked. It was as if he understood that was how Meridians wanted to be without even being told.

They were suddenly in a magnificent foreign room.

"What's wrong?"

Missy?

You hear me?

Where you been?

"Where is this?"

"Royal guest room."

I'm in the royal guest room.

Missy?

He didn't hear?

I was in the royal guest room.

I'll be there soon.

Meridian was silent for a moment. Why was his first voice not heard? Usually he responds immediately and normally it is so, because their voice rotates in the head.

Is it because it's crowded here?

Or ... Is that the secret? Does the phone need to be answered so they can communicate?

"Miss." The window door opened, giving rise to the flying Herdian before landing on the floor surface.

He looks amazingly handsome today. Wearing a formal suit full of decoration that shows that he is the only son of the Duke, the future Duke.

"Why are you here?" Lucas did not understand the situation.

"The circulation of mana around Young Miss is disturbed." Herdian carried his wind moving around the Meridian.

It looked quite powerful, but strangely no one touched the Meridians.

"Miss, relax."

Meridian stared at his palm, puzzled by himself. "I didn't expect this to happen. I'm just a little—"

"It's not a little!" Lucas nags again. "What the fuck with your man? You want to declare yourself a dangerous witch?"

Who told the Prince to show up tacky.

"I didn't mean it." Meridians thought 'quiet', making the instant Herdian wind currents faint. "Young Duke, is there no way for me to hold him back?"

"It can only be with restraints." Lucas answered. "But I told you, it hurts. So control it yourself."

"Is there really no simple way even for a moment? I just need to say hello to the Hero and go home, right?"

Herdian was silent for a moment. "Looks like there's. But it might be a little risky. Not physically, of course, Miss."

"What do you mean?" Lucas asked.

"Forcibly restraining the flow of mana around Miss."

"What?" Lucas was surprised.

"What's that?"

"That's a method that is rarely done, and the risk will be even higher for the owner of the powerful magic power. Briefly, the mana surrounding Miss was forcibly stopped for a while. Again, it is not physically painful. But it has quite an extreme risk."

"What's the risk?"

Herdian smiled for some reason. "You're very perceptive. The risk is that your body will feel uncomfortable for a few days."

"That's all?"

"That's no ordinary inconvenience, miss. Basically, mana is like a basic necessity for magic and magicians. When Miss does not use magic, mana remains gathered around Miss. When Miss uses magic, it is attracted to Miss's body to help you cast magic. Getting there, Miss must understand, right?"

"Yes, then?"

"Forcibly stopping means forcing things that should not happen." Lucas chimed. "It's not as simple as a human needing food but being able to survive not eating anything for a day or two. Which is more like air. Oxygenated. Stopping it for a minute is enough to make you lose one minute of oxygen."

"That's how it is, Miss." Herdian shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, you don't mean to walk without breathing. Think of it as your magic, your element that ran out of oxygen temporarily. Once the restraints were released, they would absorb mana quickly and forcefully. It would upset the balance of which Miss could result in a clash. Then, Miss will also feel nauseous and limp, at least three days."

"Do it."

"You crazy?!"

"Then?" Meridian snorted annoyed. "I don't want to feel pain either, you understand? But it looks like I'll go berserk if my mana isn't stopped, so do it. Or would you rather everyone know I'm a scary witch?"

"Young Master, calm down." Herdian approaching. "I will help Miss care to reduce the impact as much as possible. Young Master Dion was also an expert on this matter. We can't let Miss's abilities open up in front of this kind of big party, can we?"

Lucas clucked, but eventually kept silent a sign of agreement.

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