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Mario After returning to the palace, immersed in the excitement brought on by the recent execution, he unhesitatingly announced that he would once again hold a grand celebration tonight. He dubbed this celebration as a farewell to the old man who had died that day, but for those familiar with Mario's character, it was simply an excuse to seek revelry, a way to commemorate his "victory."
This sudden announcement caused a commotion inside and outside the palace, as everyone began bustling about preparing for the evening's festivities. Drinks, food, music, and various entertainment performances were all arranged, and everyone was looking forward to another sleepless night.
For Mario, today is undoubtedly a special day, as he has overcome his inner fears and anxieties, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease and satisfaction. This deep-seated satisfaction compels him to unleash his emotions through revelry, celebrating this almost reborn sensation.
As preparations for the revelry are underway, Mario is in high spirits, surveying the surroundings and giving instructions here and there, ensuring that tonight's celebration meets his vision of perfection. For everyone in the palace, this is not just Mario's revelry, but also a display of their loyalty and obedience to the king.
However, behind this seemingly endless energy and excitement, Mario harbors ambitions and violent impulses that he cannot fully control. Tonight's revelry is not just a celebration of a so-called "victory," but also a declaration of his dominance over the world he rules—whether in life or in death, everything is under his control.
Mario sits uneasily in his room, surrounded by a group of busy maids who deftly change him into various splendid outfits. However, whether it's pure white, deep black, warm brown, or fresh lake green, none seem to satisfy Mario's complex emotions at the moment. Every time a new outfit is put on him, Mario always frowns in dissatisfaction, shaking his head at his reflection in the mirror, creating an unusually tense atmosphere in the room.
The maids exchanged worried glances with each other, silently speculating on which style of clothing would match Mario's mood today. They understood that tonight's revelry was not just a regular celebration, but also a display of Mario's absolute authority and control. Therefore, his appearance, from clothing to demeanor, had to be flawless to showcase his supreme status.
After a series of outfit changes, Mario suddenly lost patience and impatiently told the maids, "Change back to that white suit." Although he knew deep down that this suit represented a pure and noble image, at this moment, not even the seemingly impeccable white could calm his complex emotions.
As the maids gently removed him from the golden splendor and dressed him in the simple and elegant white suit, Mario stood in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection with a furrowed brow. Despite wearing a pristine white outfit that should exude a sense of sanctity, his eyes revealed a hint of displeasure, as if even this representation of purity could not erase his inner restlessness.
"None of this feels right," Mario murmured to himself, his voice low and tinged with a hint of despair, as if beneath these layers of clothing lay a burden he could not shake off. The maids stood silently by, their eyes filled with concern and sympathy, but ultimately powerless to help.
At this moment, Mario, even though dressed in the robes of a king, cannot conceal the unease and confusion in his heart. The white suit, which should have been a symbol of his power and purity, now serves as a silent witness to his emotional turmoil.
As time passes, Mario's face becomes increasingly gloomy, as if a storm is about to arrive. The maids beside him, whose movements were once graceful, now appear clumsy. Fear and unease are evident in their eyes as they exchange glances, seeking comfort from each other.
Mario stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes, once shining with power and confidence, now resembled bottomless black holes, as if they were about to swallow all the light. Although his gaze was fixed on his own reflection, the intense and sharp look made everyone in the room feel as if they had a cold blade at their backs.
This heavy oppression made the atmosphere in the room unusually tense. The maids almost dared not to breathe, afraid that they would become the sacrifice of Mario's anger in the next second. Mario's anger seemed to be an invisible force, ready to erupt at any moment and wipe them out.
This kind of Mario, even without speaking, his dignity and anger are enough to make people feel fearful. The air in the room seemed to have frozen, and no one dared to break the oppressive silence. Only time passed quietly, waiting for the unknown future.
Suddenly, at the moment the door was pushed open, the tense atmosphere in the room seemed to find a crack, and everyone's eyes turned to the door. Toad entered the room with a proud look, leading a humanoid dog. It was none other than Tom who was seen in the palace in the morning. Tom was on all fours, with his head down, wearing a dog leash, looking completely tamed.
Toad had a proud look on his face, as if all these achievements were his doing. He proudly reported to Mario, "Sir... this is the new dog raised in the palace. I have already... trained him today." His tone was filled with a kind of madness for power and control.
Finally, a slight change appeared on Mario's face. His brows relaxed a bit, and his gaze fell on Tom, seemingly satisfied with Toad's performance. However, this satisfaction was more from the exertion of control and the fear it induced, rather than from praising Toad.
The maids in the room witnessed this scene, and couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and fear. The display of power and the humiliation of the loyal made them acutely aware that in this palace, no one can truly avoid being drawn into this endless game of power.
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