You are now in the present day “Royal Party”. Stolas and Blitzø are together, and Stella and Striker are also together. You sat there, sipping on the wine you were given, until Stella came up, Striker following behind.

“Like this ugly freak. He isn’t even wearing nice clothing.” Stella said pointing at you, as if you’re not right in front of them.

“…. I mean-.”

“Ah! You’re different.” Stella said with a wink as Striker groaned.