Caught up in the storm 2~

"Told you all we should not have come," Guta said with tensed facial muscles as they found themselves caught in this mess. Most people were at the gate, asking to leave, but the guards did not allow it. Some remained glued to their seats in shock. "Why can't we leave? I want to go out," someone at the gate demanded. "I don't feel secure here," another added, and soon everyone started causing an uproar.                                                                                                 "Tak-tak"—the sound of heels hitting the ground echoed as someone descended from the back seat with a few men. "Everyone, please return to your seats; no one is leaving until we draw a conclusion," announced a man naming himself Tiger. soon all 18000 seats were filled and with none missing the investigation started After the investigation which leads to nowhere.

"Who is the person in charge of hosting this event? Come forward," he shouted while facing the audience on stage.                                                                                                                                     "That would be me," said Jute, who was sitting in the first row, unwavering. "You better take responsibility for this," he answered, staring at her and calling her to the stage.                              "Do you have something to say in your defense?" asked Tiger.                                                           "I did my job to the best of my ability as the head of the Millers family and have nothing to say," she replied.                                                                                                                                             He remained silent for a while, then clicked his tongue and shouted, "As the host, the safety of the kings was your responsibility and topmost priority. In failing to do so, regardless of who the culprit is, you are to be executed immediately under the authority of the Inner Security and Defense Order."                                                                                                                                             Everything was happening so fast that the audience did not have time to react as Tiger's men held her down.                                                                                                                                             "Am I done? Did I fail my duties?" Jute thought while looking at her old father, who was barely holding back his tears.                                                                                                                          Yesterday                                                                                                                                                        Jute stood by her father's bedside, determination etched on her face. "Father, I have taken your role as the host for the ceremony tomorrow," she announced, her voice steady and resolute. Her father, weakened by stress and poor health, looked at her in shock. His eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and concern. "You cannot take such an important role," he replied, his voice trembling with anger and despair. Summoning all his strength, he tried to rise from the bed. "Give me back the role," he pleaded, his hands gripping the edge of the bed for support.                                                                                                                                                      But Jute ignored him, turned, and walked out of the room. Her footsteps echoed in the hallway, each step taking her further away from him. Her father could only stare at her retreating back, helpless and filled with a sense of impending doom. The door closed softly behind her, leaving him alone with his fears and the weight of his unspoken words.                                                           While such memories flashed before Jute’s father's eyes, he thought, "Oh Fula, just kill me and not my daughter," while crying and shouting in his heart.

 As Tiger drew his sword, her father could not stand even if he wanted to. "How pathetic I have become to let my only hope, my daughter, die in front of my eyes," he lamented.                         Juta keep looking on ground with a face of sorry and sadness and as tiger swings his sword memory start before her eyes.                                                                                                                 Years Ago, "Papa, what is this?" baby Jute asked while holding a worm. Papa, who was drinking tea, looked at the worm and said, "Ah, Jute, you've found your lost brother, Sir Wiggly Millers! He's quite the adventurer in the world of soil. Just make sure you don’t feed him salt!" Jute giggled, holding the little worm like a tiny treasure. “What a silly memory to come at such a time,” Jute thought as the sword glinted menacingly in the light.                                                Suddenly, a full coat flared, obscuring Tiger’s view. In a swift motion, a shadow from the front row leaped onto the stage and moved swiftly aside, pulling Jute to safety in the corner. The whole audience was shocked what they just witnessed.                                                                     “No way is that stark what was that idiot doing in VIP seat” mihak asked with wide eyes                                                                                                                                                                                            1 hour ago                                                                                                                                                   "Aren’t you supposed to join your group?" Jute, the host, asked Stark, who had been standing still for 15 minutes.                                                                                                                                      "Oh, I was about to go," Stark replied, his feet hesitating. While stuttering, he added, "I t-think I would be better suited to guide a noble lady like you," as he swung his hair, unconsciously he revealed his bald spot. Jute smiled and laughed, "I am sorry for that, Mr. Lincon must be hard to hide it." Stark, standing there.

“More importantly what he just did aren’t we in trouble too” momo added.                                      "You better know the consequences of your actions before you pulled that stunt," Tiger said with a dead stare toward Stark. Stark, while holding Jute who was trembling and could not utter a word, mumbled, "I have given her my word that I will be her guard today," cold sweat dripping down his face.                                                                                                                       "Like I care," Tiger replied, and started beating Stark mercilessly, striking with his legs until Stark's whole face was covered in blood, and delivering punches to his gut in between.

"Boss, we should help him," muttered Momo. But Vel only watched in silence.                                 "The moment you helped a criminal, you became her accomplice and will be executed too," Tiger said to Stark.                                                                                                                                        "I was with her at the entrance the whole time and There is no separate exit door just a single entrance door so the person must still be inside," Stark barely managed to say with a swollen mouth and broken tooth.                                                                                                                           "Like I care. All that matters is that she was the responsible person. You know, loyal dog, there are infinite ways of killing without involving themselves," Tiger sneered.                                           Tiger drew his sword and 'whoosh'—an object similar to a knife flew near Tiger's neck, which he dodged, but it still left a cut. It was a straw, which stunned Tiger.                                               Vel leaped from her seat in the middle, took flight in the air, and "boom"—landed on the stage. She walked up to Tiger, who was a bit bigger, and looked him in the eyes.                  "Boss, I am really sorry for all this," Stark apologized while sobbing. "My brother caused you problems. I am really sorry for it," Vel bowed for the first time in her life and apologized for his conduct.                                                                                                                                                    "Please teach him some manners," Tiger said, clicking his tongue as she picked Stark up. "Please, Boss, just this once, I want to save her even if I die.                                                                I have seen her eye she is innocent," Stark slowly mumbled to Vel while holding her legs and sobbing. She deeply exhaled, clenching her fist

On the audience side, the crew was barely holding their anger and were dead silent. "Crack” sound of glass broken in fist while barely controlling rage.                                                        Suddenly, "MIKE TEST 123 123," a deep voice came from the announcement speaker connected to the control room.

"That was quite an entertainment "

[^5] only graveyard and hospitals are common for both commoners and royals. They are present on the land in every sector and are usually considered a successful business if you want to have a good life. 

FULA is the name of a deity that some royals belief in which helped human to survive after the collapsing catastrophe.