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Toad's voice was cold and full of threat as he stared at Tom on the ground, saying menacingly, "I will complete the mission given to me by Mario... Mr. Tom... oh no, I mean, little dog Tom. I will make you understand what real pain and suffering are. You will also learn true submission and obedience, understand?" His voice was filled with unquestionable commands and hints of even more severe training to come.
Tom lay on the ground, too afraid to meet Toad's eyes, expressing his fear only through trembling. He felt an unprecedented despair and panic, knowing that even more brutal abuse and torment awaited him. In that moment, Tom deeply realized his own insignificance and powerlessness in this game of power, and could only nod shakily, filled with uncertainty and fear for his future.
As the door on the balcony slowly closed, the outside world seemed to be cut off from the tragic scene unfolding inside the balcony. The guards silently returned to their original positions, but the closed door could not completely block out the sounds from inside. Through the crack in the door, one could faintly hear Toad's cold and cruel reprimands, mixed with Tom's low growls, occasionally accompanied by muffled impacts. These sounds seeped through the door, spreading outward, sending a chill through the guards standing outside.
The guards exchanged uneasy glances, seeking comfort in each other's eyes. They knew that if they were in Tom's position, they might also find it difficult to resist this dual mental and physical torment. Although they felt a faint sympathy, in the harsh court life and power structure, this sympathy was just a fleeting emotion, quickly suppressed by the cruelty of reality.
The guards standing outside the balcony couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt in their hearts. This guilt slowly fermented within them, but in the face of oppressive power, they chose to remain silent. Each person's expression was indifferent, their eyes revealing a sense of helplessness. They knew their own powerlessness and understood their insignificance within this structure of power.
As time slowly passed, the guards outside the balcony remained standing as if nothing had happened. However, the sounds from inside the balcony continued to occasionally seep out, like fine needles constantly pricking at their hearts. Every time they heard the reprimands of Toad and the pleas of Tom, they couldn't help but tense up involuntarily, but then they would remind themselves that none of it had anything to do with them.
However, this self-comfort cannot completely dispel the unease and guilt in their hearts. These emotions quietly accumulate in their hearts, becoming a heavy burden. The guards know that in this dark and scheming court, everyone is just a cog in the wheel, whether they are the rulers of power or insignificant minor characters, it is difficult to escape the arrangement of fate.
As Tom's desperate screams echoed in the palace corridors, each sound was like a sharp knife, constantly piercing the eardrums of the servants who were still immersed in the aftermath of last night's revelry. Their expressions changed from confusion to terror, as if suddenly pulled back into the cruel reality, realizing the terror and fragility of life hidden behind the seemingly carefree revelry.
The captain of the guard stood by the palace, his gaze fixed on the body bags being dragged by his men. His brow furrowed deeply, his eyes filled not only with disgust, but also with a profound sense of helplessness and fatigue. In just one night, at least thirteen lives had been ruthlessly taken in this so-called place of merriment. While this number might not be considered high in a palace accustomed to various court intrigues, the passing of each life silently questioned the moral bottom line of this society.
As the captain turned to look at the bodies wrapped in the bags, a sense of sorrow involuntarily rose within him. These people were laughing and smiling last night, but now their brief lives had come to such an end. He did not know the details of the party, but he was certain that such incidents were not uncommon in the palace, and they would certainly not be the last.
The captain of the guard's gaze became distant, as if pondering something. Then he ordered his subordinates to handle the body appropriately and told them not to ask too many questions. In this court where power and conspiracy intertwine, knowing too much is sometimes not a good thing. He silently made a wish in his heart, hoping that these innocent souls could find the peace they deserved in another world.
However, in this atmosphere, the daily life of the court continued as if nothing had happened. But for those who experienced last night, the memory of this night will be forever imprinted in their hearts, reminding them of the cruelty and ruthlessness behind this splendor.
Mario lazily sits on the towering throne, his robe casually open as if unconcerned about his appearance. In his hand, he lightly holds a goblet brimming with deep red liquid, gently swaying it to create swirling patterns, releasing an enticing grape aroma. Mario deeply inhales the fragrance with his large nose, his eyes shimmering with satisfaction and enjoyment.
His gaze slowly shifts forward to the long line of people, all coming to pay homage to him. Some show reverence, while others display longing, hoping to receive some grace or answers from this ruler. Mario looks at these people with a hint of disdain and mockery on his face. To him, these people are nothing more than pawns in his hands, and he is the player controlling everything.
As time passed, one by one, the people approached him, offering their respect, gifts, and requests. Mario accepted them casually, occasionally nodding or waving, as if bestowing upon them the ultimate favor. Throughout this process, there was no hint of hesitation or sympathy in his heart, only affirmation and satisfaction in his own power.
Mario raised his wine glass once again, lightly smiling at the crowd before him, a smile filled with the superiority and confidence of a king. Then, he took a sip of the red wine, and the aroma of the wine mixed with the sensation of power once again filled his entire body, making him feel invincible. In that moment, Mario became even more certain that in this Mushroom Kingdom, no one could shake his position.
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