On Sunday, June 7, 675, at 8:30 am, in the city of Gusembourg, the atmosphere was very active. It was the fourth day of the festival, and the number of visitors had reached its peak.
"It's a wonderful day! Goods are sold happily. "Thank you to that kid from Gens Magic Academy for selling me that ramen recipe."
The ramen stall seller's tone of voice was full of joy.
A large number of customers from inside and outside the city of Gusembourg were coming to him, especially after the sons of the Grand Dukes, the heir of the Mount Hua Sect, Yuta Caseral, important members of the Tai Clan, several other clans and sects, and figures of different races visited him.
This was the case with his twelve assistants, although he did not plan to include anyone to work with him, thinking that no one would like this type of food because it was strange, and because the citizens of this world were accustomed to sticking to the familiar.
That's why his happiness and the happiness of his assistants, who a few days ago were just a group of vagrants roaming the city of Gusembourg in search of food, made sense to them after this success.
One of his assistants spoke happily, while tears of joy were flowing from her eyes, as a few days ago she could not find anything to eat:
"Thank you very much, sir. You have helped us all."
Ji Soo remained silent as he looked at her with a small smile, remembering Aron's words several months ago in the imperial capital:
"If selling ramen succeeds, you will have done something good with your life. My other advice is, if I were you, I would take advantage of the upcoming festival in the city of Gusembourg, on the western side of the Central Continent."
He let out a sigh from his mouth as he looked at his assistants with a small smile, then returned to his work, where he was preparing ramen broth and many other things.
"It was like a condition from the person who sold me the idea: If it worked, it meant you were destined to meet and work together, right?"
His assistant looked at him for several seconds before wiping her tears and continuing chopping the vegetables.
"You're right, Mr. Ji Soo. Fate is always whimsical and fickle, so you don't know if it is with you or against you."
To continue their work actively, their restaurant, which was only a kiosk the day before, became a restaurant after they bought the place from the owners who left the city of Gemsburg for an urgent matter. However, they did not try to inquire about the matter.
On the other hand, Beatrice was walking around one of the cemeteries in the city of Gusembourg, where only influential people and great achievements are buried.
Beatrice's gaze was incomprehensible as she headed towards the grave of her grandfather, Boswell Azwassen.
To stop in front of a tombstone in the shape of a book and a pen made of pure gold and precious stones.
To lay her head on her grandfather's grave with looks filled with sadness, grief, and extreme hatred. She did not understand why he was not revived even though he was still at the rank of a higher sacred ruler. His rehabilitation was possible because of his body that remained preserved, unlike those who disappear in the form of a golden mist, as happened with the body of the ruler of the wolves, Yulfen, and the ruler of the lions, Asurin.
She closed her eyes while her tears flowed abundantly, as she loved him very much, and her feeling of loss and sorrow was intense because she did not even see him during his burial, after she had been prevented from doing so, and she would never see him again even if she wanted to.
Several minutes passed before she got up from the grave of her grandfather, Buswal Azwassen, while wiping her tears. He was the only person who treated her kindly from the moment she showed her abilities.
Then she got up and headed out of the cemetery. On her way, she found a clown looking at her with looks she did not understand.
He stood up from his place as he walked towards her with light steps and a naive, clownish smile on his lips, and spoke in a calm tone while looking at the location of her grandfather's grave.
His facial features turned annoyed for a split second, before his smile returned again, and this is what made Beatrice surprised that his smile disappeared after seeing her grandfather's grave.
To speak, breaking the silence, while placing a bouquet of highly toxic flowers, with a very beautiful shape that makes you irresistible in smelling their scent that will burn your lungs and heart.
However, Beatrice did not know what kind of flowers these were, because she had never seen anything like them in her life, even though she read books in various fields in her free time.
"My dear lady, we are at a festival, we should be happy. Your crying breaks my little heart, who does not like to see children cry. "You're still twelve years old, and yet you have good friends and hypocrites."
Beatrice's facial expression was filled with astonishment as she looked at him, before she turned her gaze towards her grandfather's grave, realizing that the flowers carried a poison that was extremely dangerous, even for her.
Her features turned into extreme anger, as this was an insult to her grandfather Boswal, who had taken care of her all his life with love and affection.
However, the clown's facial features did not change, as he lightly patted her head, which made her even more annoyed.
He looked at her in astonishment for several seconds, before he carried her by the waist and spoke without understanding what was happening:
"What's wrong with you, Madam Beatrice? Why don't you act like a good girl? "You have to be happy on a day when everyone is happy, understand that?"
"As for the flowers, there will come a time when you know why I put them, and then it will be a surprise. However, we are in the present and not in the future, so you should enjoy."
Beatrice did not say anything, as she was surprised by his actions, which made her unable to use her power.
He made her sit on his shoulders while he left the cemetery with clownish steps, smiling his goofy smile that spread happiness in the hearts of everyone present.
To head to the circus while still putting her on his shoulders, then he turns his gaze to her to find that she is still confused about what he did to her earlier.
Then he spoke in a sarcastic tone while making big jumps that brought her out of her daze:
"You know something? "In this life we always need a comedic element to complete it. Even if the world is brutal, there will always be funny situations."
Beatrice remained silent while feeling the wind that was hitting her body and face, so she spoke while looking at him:"You're a weirdo, you fucking clown. "The reason you put poison in Grandfather Boswell's grave had better make sense, or I'll kill you."
The clown started laughing while listening to her words, then stopped jumping after he reached the festival, then put her down while speaking happily:
"Madame Béatrice Azwassen, I invite you to have a good time at my serki. It will be very enjoyable."
Then he left while entering the circus tent with the same steps that seemed to her to be jumping.
However, her facial features turned wary, as she sensed from him that there was no soul inside his body. However, she decided to go to the circus because she felt that she would meet her companions there. Lucy was planning to visit it during the preparation days, but she was unable to do so because they expelled them.
On the other hand, in Ain Al-Sultan Restaurant, the atmosphere was tense with customers from different races and cultures, which made it difficult for them to meet the requests of all customers with the same efficiency as they had before the festival.
"I'm sorry, Madam Elf Empress Feronia and Angelic Empress Noriana, for being late. Please, this is your request, and I hope you will not be hostile towards us, as we are under a state of stifling pressure, and our delay was not in our hands, so I apologize once again."
Amin said while apologizing, as he placed the food on their table.
He was trying as much as possible to hide his nervousness from everyone's looks at him, especially the elves and angels, who had significant killing intent.
As for humans, they were consuming tension as they waited for their response, while some members of other races were interested in seeing a battle between elves, angels, and humans, and others were not interested because the matter did not concern them.
Veronia spoke while looking at her plate with a small smile:
"It's okay, sometimes it's better late than never, right, Amin?"
Amin spoke with great happiness as he placed the food:
"You are right, Madam Veronia. Patience is the key to relief and success for any entity in this world. The dirtier the taste of adversity, the sweeter the taste of success. "I do not pretend to be wise, it is personal experience."
Signs of admiration appeared on their faces at his boldness, while they listened to his words, which none of their followers or leaders of clans and sects dared to say.
Veronia smiled lightly as she looked at the angelic Empress Noriana, who did not comment a single word, but rather kept her gaze directed towards the waiter, as she felt from him a sincere desire to protect Ain Sultan Restaurant.
That's why she decided not to pressure him with her words more than he already was.
Amin bowed respectfully while placing the tray on his chest:
"Thank you, Elf Empress and Angel Empress, for understanding and wasting seconds of your lives to hear my words. Moreover, the food will be at the expense of Ain Sultan's kitchen as long as you are in the city of Gusembourg."
So he left the place immediately, while trembling from the intensity of tension, and this made them laugh, so that the killing intent of both the angelic and the elf diminished, and showed respect for him because he made their queens laugh.
Noriana spoke in a calm tone and with a slight smile while she and Veronia ate a piece of meat:
"That young man called Amin, there is something strange about him that I did not understand. Although his actions were honest and did not contain any deception, I felt something that I could not understand, coming from within him."
Veronia directed her gaze towards him again for several seconds, before looking at her with looks that made Noriana a little annoyed, but Veronia did not care about those looks of hers.
She realized this before entering the Ain Sultan restaurant, only to turn her gaze and find Yuta and Gowther present in turn, which made her realize that Yuta had known about his strength for a long time.
At the kitchen, all the cooks and staff were looking at him as he fell to the ground, pale-faced.
While they offered him a cup of cold water and fanned him with a fan, any wrong behavior could cause a war between humans and semi-elves (elves and angels).
Just a simple waiter was able to cause a war that no one wanted, if he missed a single word or did anything trivial.
"I have never felt such fear and dread in my entire life. "I felt like I had a button that could destroy the world."
One of the waiters spoke in a quick tone of voice, drinking a glass of water.
For his friend to talk to him while he was falling for him:
"You were so wonderful. Everyone inside the restaurant was looking at you with pride after you left. Leaders of clans and sects and rulers of kingdoms were looking at you with looks filled with anxiety and fear.
"But it ended peacefully. However, your innocent facial features that make you believable would not be difficult for someone like me."
His friend's tone of voice was full of sarcasm and mockery, which made him feel a little at ease.
Several minutes passed before he got up again while wiping his clothes.
"Waiter No. 5, take the food to table No. 3."
The order waiter spoke in a slightly nervous tone.
He heads to the dining car and finds a slow-roasted adult buffalo stuffed with vegetables and rice, with a hot jalapeno pepper sauce. He realizes that he will meet the Orc Emperor or the Barbarians, or in the worst case scenario, both.
He took a sedative and a dry white handkerchief while heading to the corner closest to him to cry like any adult man fed up with life and those in it.
"What have I done with my life? Firstly, the Elf and Angelic Empresses, I would have been killed at any moment by their minions, they were the jewels of both empires. And now the Orc Emperor or the Barbarians or both!"
The restaurant's managers, Muhammad bin Abdullah and his brother Youssef bin Abdullah, looked at him with a calm smile that carried an unobtrusive tension on their faces.
Muhammad leaned over while placing his hand on Amin's shoulder:
"It is not up to us. It is stubbornness even among the heads of the worlds. When they are not of the same race, they want to be served by the same person who made their competitor happy. That's why you have to be confident in yourself, because committing any foolish act with entities that glorify power will be a disaster
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Amin's tears stopped as he looked at him, the signs of crying disappeared from his facial expressions, and he got up from his place after looking at his boss.
He spoke with determination while wearing his Damascene hat:
"I will do my job perfectly."
He headed towards the cart that had a roasted adult buffalo on it, and heaved a deep sigh that he considered to be his last. The Elf and Angelic Empresses would not do anything as long as he was polite and respectful.
Although he was religiously strict, this made him avoid looking at the female customers, and this is what earned him the respect of both of them, because they were accustomed to others looking at their bodies with dirty looks.
Unlike Orcs and Barbarians, who glorify strength, courage, and warrior ethics, the action he did with them wouldn't work for others, and vice versa.
As Amin was heading towards Table 3, where the Orc Emperor Ektarviel and the Barbarian Emperor Argon were sitting, the gazes of their followers were directed towards him, making him use one of his abilities that gave him amazing calm and coolness.
He continued on his way directly without paying attention to the looks of any of them, and this made them admire him, as he passed through a crowd of them without a single ounce of fear.
"Wonderful, very wonderful! This ability benefits me. If I had used it when I was with La La La, I would have looked like a hypocrite. "I need this so bad."
Amin spoke in his heart with a tone filled with happiness, standing in front of the table for Argon and Ektarviel.
His face showed signs of shock, the mental shield created by his ability had disappeared due to the overpowering presence of two Level 2 0-FIN entities, while he was still at the rank of Junior Ruler, the difference between them was infinite.
His facial features turned dark black, while his body was being crushed by the pressure resulting from their overwhelming presence, because they felt the same feeling that Veronia, Noriana, and Yuta felt when they entered the restaurant after the Versalkin Academy competition, after Gray insisted on visiting them, and Gowther after he broke through to the rank of Boundless, and Kazuhiro when he killed Master Go inside the restaurant.
He spoke in an almost inaudible voice while looking at them, finding a significant amount of contempt:
"Come, this is your request."
His facial features turned into anger mixed with shock, fear and dread.
There was something inside him burning like wildfire, as he looked at their contemptuous looks, and felt them behind his back. Even though they did not say a single word, he felt them stabbing his back.
At Yuta, he was smiling slightly as he looked at what was happening there, while Veronia and Noriana were looking at the situation with annoyance, before that turned into an invisible shock from the strength they were feeling inside Amin at this moment.
Amin closed his eyes involuntarily for several seconds, before he found himself in complete darkness, and in front of him was a giant gate, larger than the largest palace he had ever heard of in his entire life, and even larger than the Versalkin Academy, which was considered a very large city, and giant chains of a mixture of gray and gold closing it completely.