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Princess Peach lightly waved her hand, indicating to the servants to leave the red wine and then leave them alone. As the servants quietly exited, the high platform quickly returned to tranquility, leaving only Peach and Mario standing face to face, surrounded by soft lighting, adding a touch of mystery and intimacy to the moment.
Princess Peach seemed a bit nervous as she softly asked, "Darling... are you okay now?" Her eyes were full of concern, and through Mario's somewhat subdued expression, she sensed the turmoil in his heart.
Mario's face looked a little serious, as he quietly gazed into Peach's eyes, as if reading more meaning in her question. For a moment, the air seemed to freeze his thoughts, and he slowly spoke, his voice deep and powerful, "Some things... have made me start to question everything. Today's events, the words of the old man, and... myself." His voice carried a barely perceptible tremor, revealing his inner struggle and unease.
Upon hearing Mario's words, Princess Peach felt a pang in her heart. She gently reached out her hand, wanting to comfort Mario, but hesitated. She knew that Mario needed not only comfort at this moment, but also understanding and support. She moved closer and softly said, "No matter what happens, I will stand by your side. Let's face this together, okay?" Her words were warm and resolute, hoping to bring Mario a bit of strength.
As the night deepened, Mario stood on the high platform, overlooking the joyous aristocratic crowd below. His face, which should have been radiant with the glory of a king, was gradually shrouded in an indescribable shadow. Inside the banquet hall, the nobles were dressed in splendid attire, wearing exquisite masks on their faces, as if each face was performing a carefully orchestrated drama. However, in Mario's eyes, the hidden truth beneath these colorful masks was unspeakable conspiracy and deceit.
A sudden anger ignited in Mario's heart as he stared at the hypocrisy and power play concealed within the laughter below, and a crazy idea emerged in his mind: to kill all these wolves in sheep's clothing. Such a thought should have made him feel panic and shock, but at this moment, it gave him a twisted sense of satisfaction.
Mario felt even more uneasy when his gaze swept over the faces wearing masks. For a moment, he had the illusion that those nobles laughing below were all incarnations of the old man, mocking his helplessness with their hypocritical masks and revelry. At that moment, Mario could almost hear the old man's cold laughter echoing in his ears, intensifying his anger and fear.
Sensing the tremendous pressure emanating from Mario, Princess Peach gently took his hand, trying to pull him back from this sudden dark train of thought. However, Mario's heart had already been deeply consumed by fear and anger, and even Peach's care was unable to calm his turbulent emotions at this moment.
Mario's actions suddenly became violent. He roughly pushed away Princess Peach's gentle hand, his low voice carrying an uncontrollable anger, "Don't touch me!" His words were like a sharp sword, instantly piercing the gentle atmosphere that surrounded Princess Peach. Mario gulped down the red wine in his hand, the stimulating sensation of the strong liquor seemingly unable to calm his fluctuating emotions at this moment. The numbness from the alcohol was just his futile struggle to escape reality.
Princess Peach felt a twinge of heartache and helplessness, knowing deep down that Mario was entangled in inner panic and unease. However, she also understood that any comforting words at this moment would seem feeble and powerless. She silently turned away, avoiding letting Mario capture her worries and unease, silently determined to find a way to help Mario out of this dark emotional journey.
Mario stood on the high platform, his gaze piercing through the crowd. Every smiling face seemed distorted in his eyes, and his state of mind gradually sank into chaos. His imagination was filled with the agonizing screams and bloody scenes of the innocent below, each imagined scenario soothing his panic but adding to the endless darkness. He asked himself, why did the simple and clear solutions of past adventures become powerless in this complex world?
As time passed, Mario felt his inner self becoming increasingly uncontrollable. He began to doubt whether those victories that once made him proud were just an illusion. If true courage lies not in fighting external enemies but in facing inner fears, then has he never truly triumphed?
Mario's thoughts became increasingly chaotic. He realized that what he desired was not just superficial peace and compliance, but a deeper sense of control and affirmation, confirming that he could still be in control of everything. At that moment, he became aware that he was heading down a dangerous path, but he couldn't distinguish whether this path was the liberation he longed for or just another abyss.
Just as Mario was engulfed in self-reflection, suddenly, a hurried sound of footsteps shattered the joy in the banquet hall. A group of people rushed in, led by a blood-stained Luigi, accompanied by soldiers who looked exhausted, clearly having just experienced a fierce battle. Luigi gasped for breath, but straightened his posture and loudly announced to the entire hall, "We have a big problem!"
The sudden news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly freezing the previously festive atmosphere. Mario snapped back to reality, his smile stiffening and disappearing from his face. He quickly stood up, his gaze sharp as he stared at Luigi, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart. As Luigi gasped for breath, he urgently reported on the situation outside, his voice echoing through the banquet hall, each word weighing heavily on the hearts of everyone present.
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