Standing by her father as masquerading men and women came to congratte her, Robin''s hands were being smeared with greed. Some whispered sweet lies, and some cackled their monstrous ploys, but the theme that wasmon through their hollow words, was their ns to undermine and eventually usurp more and more power from the king.


    ''They look at me like a tool for them to use, a proxy for their nasty plots…'' ncing across the smiling faces with a fake smile on her own lips, Robin for the first time was seeing the true nature of Athenian nobility.


    From shaking hands with other dukes to subtle attempts of seduction by the duchess and their daughters, she could see right through their actions and the false praise offered to her. ''Are they being more open to me because they think I must becent with my father''s ns?''


    Looking to her side at her balding father, her expression soured for a moment, but noticing his gaze turning to her, she quickly corrected it with a smile.


    "Is something wrong, Robin?" He asked, wiping her sweaty forehead with a sweat-drenched handkerchief.


    Watching his every action, Robin could see through his facade of happiness. He knew his death wasing in a few moments, and the dark knight re from a corner had him frozen still. With death breathing down his neck, her father knew his fate was sealed and there was nothing he could do about it.


    However, the one thing he was mistaken about was thinking he could plead, but Robin already knew that would lead him nowhere.


    "Nothing''s wrong, I''ve just been wondering where''s mother," she asked, keeping her voice lower pitched to hide the fact that she was a girl.


    "Rudeia, she…" Gulping at the question, Roswalt scratched the back of his head–visibly unsure what to say. "She''s said she''llete! But I''m sure she''ll be here any second now!"


    In reality, he had no clue, for she''d been missing sincest night. Moving her attention away from her father, Robin continued to greet the well-wishers. Some dragged along their ves with them–the only ones without a mask to hide their faces as they spewed poison to Robin.


    ''Do they think I can''t recognize their ves and who they belong to? And whose idea was it to make everyone wear masks to a wedding?'' The concept was far too strange for her, especially since only dukes and duchess were invited to the wedding in the castle. With a nce alone, their identities were bare, so why make a failed attempt to hide it?


    Deep in thought she kept shaking hands and ignored the sneaky touches to her hips and back as well as the yful hugs from duchess and daughters that might as well be considered sexual assault. Their hands squeezed her butt, caressed her thighs around the groin, and while hugging her from the side even led her fingers to their bellies and their own groins.


    A revolting chill ran up her spine, and her stomach churned with vomit being forced back down into her belly. The bystanders and even her father were no strangers to those desperate attempts, however, forced to bite her dignity and pride, Robin let those women do whatever they wanted.


    A few times as her heart rate rose, Tweety chirped angrily from her pocket scaring away the women. However, she had to quickly pretend a reprimand at her coined bird before letting another pair of duke and duchess approach her with malicious intent.


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    ''I wanna snatch their tongue as a cat…'' Almost wanting to shift into a ferocious feline, she dug her nail into her palm to hold herself back from giving in. ''Why are they so touchy?! Keep your hands to yourself you greedy goblins!''


    Shaking her head, she took a deep breath and looked back up. Ready to greet thest group, she faked yet another smile and held her hand forward. But her hand instantly fell down as she noticed a masked man and a handful of women behind him walking up to her with a ve woman being dragged along on all fours like a dog.


    Her knees and elbows staggered closed with leather, she was forced to walk on her joints. And as if that wasn''t bizarre enough, her entire face was covered with a leather mask with only her mouth held out in the open, albeit with a mouth gag.


    ''W-why does she have no clothes?!'' Wide-eyed like an owl, Robin''s eyes lifted back to the ve''s owner. But this time, she noticed something familiar behind that masquerade mask. Dead silver gaze and a dastardly smirk, it was none other than the hero that she''d been jerking off to every night.


    She wasn''t the only one surprised, but the sheer shock from seeing a ve in such an exposed state had everyone frozen still, and so nobody could utter a word much lessin.


    "Robin, right? I think you know what''s happening, don''t you?" Offering his hand, Raven waited for her to extend her own and begin the main event for the night.


    Before shaking his hand, however, Robin looked around at the women following right behind him. Having never met most of them, she couldn''t figure out who they were but Mel and the horned girl Liliyana were easily discernible. Even Amedith who was dressed in a glimmering slitted blue dress was picked out by her keen senses.


    Carrying a bejeweled purse with a featured hand band around his wrist, he looked the most radiant although his height dwarfed him in between the girls.


    ''Don''t stare…'' Thought the ex-hero, beyond embarrassed and yet going along with his lover''s request. The devil fae loved his feminine charm, and in a slitted dress that half exposed his legs, she was on the cusp of biting her lips or screaming from his charm.


    ''Why is he dressed like that?'' Robin wondered, obviously unaware of a lewd deal struck between Liliyana and Amedith.


    ''Just a few hours, and then…'' Thinking about what awaited him, helped the holy warrior deal with the embarrassment. Besides, although he wouldn''t admit it, he was slowly getting used to moving around in that dress.


    "Robin, I don''t have all day," Raven said, trying to get Robin''s attention back on himself.


    "O-Oh! S-sorry…'' Robin yelped, before subconsciously just shaking Raven''s hand.


    "Alright then," wasting no more time, Raven turned to her father and went from dastardly to a menacing, almost devilish smile. "Time to butcher the pig!"


    Heughed in the face of the man and all he could do was simply watch the monster mocking him in his face.


    ''NO! THIS CAN''T BE–'' Roswalt tried to run, finally, but to his horror, a little girl behind him tripped him on his face.


    Yelling out in pain as his nose broke into a bloody mess, he nced up at the girl–only to find out it was none other than the princess, Tia. Expecting her to show him mercy, he grabbed onto her dress, but disgusted at her father touching Tia, Robin kicked his hands off her dress.


    A ripple of shocked gasps echoed through the ballroom, but before the duke and duchess could cause moremotion, the guards whipped out their des and brought them right to their necks.


    With their lips sealed, silence took over the ballroom, the servants and ves were quickly taken away by the castle staff and amidst that process, the sound of pping began approaching from the mezzanine that looked down onto the ballroom.


    "I''ve always hated extremes, but I suppose you can''t rid an infection without culling it at the source, can you?" The nobility looked in horror as Milo and Vi appeared at the mezzanine, and after everything that they''d discussed with Robin, they knew exactly what wasing at them.