Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403: Chapter 403: A Joyful, Enviable Atmosphere

As for Princess Truffles’ dress, which was capable of blinding others...

Princess Truffles herself, standing at the center of the light, seemed extremely satisfied with this effect.

She held her head high.

Her face was flushed with pride and joy.

She continuously showed off her magnificent skirt to the guests on either side.

It was as if she were the most brilliant star of the night, and indeed, of the entire kingdom.

She clearly adored Lamb’s "masterpiece."

"This taste..."

Ironhide, who had been holding it in beside them for a long time, finally squeezed out two words.

"Something else."

Clayton Quinn’s mouth seemed to twitch almost imperceptibly.

He then silently looked away.

It was as if the glow of the "Orb Princess" was too dazzling, or perhaps, too challenging to his preconceived notions.

Seraphina Sullivan, however, did not look away.

She narrowed her eyes, like a sniper searching for a bullseye in the glare.

Her gaze traveled past the dazzling princess and landed on the king and queen, who were slightly ahead.

What she saw sent an unexpected ripple through her heart.

Unexpectedly,

The king and queen of the Peach Kingdom, judging by their appearances, were actually "normal people."

Yes, that’s right!

Normal people who conformed to conventional human aesthetics and biological traits.

The king was tall and upright.

His dignified face showed a slight roundness from a long life of comfort and privilege.

The queen, meanwhile, was still graceful and elegant, her bearing poised.

Her attire, though magnificent, was not as eye-catching as the princess’s.

Their conduct was proper and fitting.

The occasional glances they exchanged also revealed a formulaic sort of understanding and intimacy unique to a royal couple.

’I really don’t know if the king had an affair or if the queen cheated...’

The absurd thought uncontrollably popped into Seraphina Sullivan’s mind.

’How could they possibly give birth to a... being like Princess Truffles?’

Of course, this was just Seraphina Sullivan’s own nonsensical jab.

Perhaps it was a genetic mutation, or maybe some unknown royal secret.

In a bizarre instance like this, anything was possible.

She didn’t have time to delve into this genetic mystery.

Because as the royal family took their seats, the banquet officially began.

Melodious music began to play—not Joy Hughes’s piano solo, but a court orchestra starting a prelude.

Guests flocked to the dance floor, their clothes fluttering as they laughed and smiled.

The delicacies on the long tables were taken more frequently, and the waiters bustled about even more busily.

The atmosphere was instantly pushed to its first peak.

"The banquet has begun!"

"How wonderful! The king and queen still look so in love!"

"Goodness, this cherry tart is truly the most delicious one I’ve ever had!"

All sorts of exclamations, laughter, and clinking glasses intertwined, weaving a massive net called "Joy."

It was an attempt to envelop everyone within it.

On the other side, Joy Hughes finally began to play as well.

The sound of the piano, clear as spring water, flowed out, strangely blending with the court orchestra’s performance.

It added a unique, slightly detached undercurrent to the magnificent feast.

"The banquet has started,"

Clayton Quinn’s voice was exceptionally calm amidst the noise. He moved closer to Seraphina Sullivan and Ironhide, his words quickening.

"Our second main quest—protecting the banquet—is also about to begin.

Stay sharp, watch for any abnormalities, and make sure the banquet’s proceedings are not disrupted."

Ironhide nodded heavily, the simple, honest look on his face replaced by vigilance.

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