And yes, in a world that felt like it was spinning out of sync with time.
I no longer knew: since when had the Crown Prince stepped forward?
How long had every eye been fixed on him?
How long had the lights been shining more brightly upon him? And when did that music—filled with boundless emotionality—come to a stop?
As my awareness began to return, I finally realized that right now: the King—with an aura that screamed "I am the source of all your taxes"—was solemnly bestowing an award upon that "potato."
Everyone held their breath.
Everyone was in awe.
Everyone was respectful.
And me?
I stood there.
With an expression that, if translated, would read: "Make this quick."
I tilted my head slightly.
Observing.
Analyzing.
The Crown Prince... standing... receiving the award... everyone moved to tears...
