Konig Under Mask の小説・ストーリー

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

He sent one sentence in a text to Joe, one message needing no explanation: They're laughing now. He did not wait for a response. He smoothed his jacket, the smooth heir's mask firmly in place. But the mask now concealed no longer a protégé waiting to be legitimized, or a lover fighting for acceptance. There stood a king who had been forcefully disrespected within his own court.

Even though she was scared of the mist that was surrounding her, slightly worried that it was poisonous, Moira still glared at the mist as if she could see who was hiding behind the thin veil of the mist. She unsheathed her claws as her eyes flashed wolf before she growled threateningly, “ Step out or I will make you.” Her threat seemed to have worked which made the person who was hiding in the shadows walk out of the mist. It was a man, dressed in those long robes that the wizards wore, his face covered with a mask that had the mark of King on it, the lips that were drawn on the mask were stretched in a smile that resembled weirdly like that of a clown making the mask look even more ironic

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

The participants stood straight, with their hands joined behind their back, and their heads high. Kenneth walked inside the arena, looking stunning, and yet very intimidating. His golden hair descended majestically on the black velvet jacket and highlighting the patterns embroidered in gold. His crown stood large and elegant over his head, and a silver mask covered his face. It was a tradition for the king and queen to cover their faces so that villagers do not recognise them in the streets, and for them not to try to look like them. Kenneth was somehow thankful for this tradition as he did not like showing the large scar around his eye even though it was already famous outside as people fro

I said questioningly as I reached out to take it from his hand. The white mask that would shield the areas around my eyes was decorated with small flowery patterns and golden embroidery looked like something straight out of a fantasy masquerade. “Wear it. You might find it liberating when no one can tell who you are,” he said before showing me a devilish smirk. “What about you?” I asked after putting the mask on my face. “Why would the king need to wear a mask in his own realm?” he replied cockily. “I guess you do have a point,” I said before letting out a giggle.

"That's good to know." "Handle this man, make sure that his mouth won't open," Leo said to the Regio workers, or their bodyguards as they let the poor employee go, but of course, only literally. The Regio executives entered the venue, with Kanji and Lorenzo fixing their neckties, Leo and Toshiro adjusting their masquerade masks, and lastly, Dominic and Zacharias' hands inside their pockets as they kept their heads up, their black masquerade masks covering all of their faces.

The third festival was a masquerade filled with wonder and excitement. Everyone’s true identity was hidden under masks and elaborate costumes. I was wearing a modest white mask and Gregory wore a blue mask with a large bent beak that would have made him unrecognizable had it not been for the fact that I had already seen it before the party. Everyone was anonymous under their mask and I spent a long time trying to decipher the identity of the guests.

“The prince declared a masquerade ball to announce his beloved to the court. The king and queen were excited that their son had finally chosen a bride, and happily agreed to meet her at the ball. The prince then dressed his love in silks and a beautiful silver mask. She looked the part of a queen, even if her blood was common. “She was the most beautiful guest of the ball. She charmed the king. She charmed the queen. They felt she was the right choice for their son and the country. The king gave his permission for the two of them to be wed. It was after this declaration that the woman removed her mask and revealed her station to be nothing more than that of a servant.