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A week later...
The day finally arrived —
And the Clover Kingdom had never seen such a sight.
From dawn itself,
Crowds began to form outside the newly built theaters that gleamed in the morning light like monuments of mana and marble.
The air shimmered with excitement and chatter.
Citizens of every class —
Peasants, artisans, soldiers, magic knights and nobles alike —
Lined up eagerly, clutching their tickets that cost 80 yul per person,
A small price for what was rumored to be a world-changing experience.
A new form of entertainment.
Posters glowed with animated mana ink,
Displaying the royal emblem and the poster of a fornt of a ship and a handsome young man leaning on a beautiful women's shoulder and the words:
"The First Magical Motion Picture — A Royal Presentation by His Majesty, King Ben. Movie:TITANIC."
Even though dozens of theaters had been built across the kingdom,
It wasn't enough.
Every seat was sold out within hours of the royal announcement earlier that week.
Long lines twisted through streets and alleyways as magic knights maintained order.
At the entrance to the grand theater in the capital, the scene was almost festival-like.
Children clutched their parent's arm,
Vendors sold "theater snacks" enchanted to stay warm,
And music floated through the air courtesy of bards sponsored by the palace.
Inside, nobles and commoners found themselves sitting side by side —
Something almost unheard of.
The atmosphere was electric, filled with whispers of anticipation.
"Eighty yul is nothing if it's the king's creation!"
"Do you think it's like a play?"
"No, no — my cousin saw the test run in the capital! He said the paintings move!"
"Moving paintings?! Preposterous—unless…"
Even nobles who had missed their chance were left fuming —
Until theatre's heralds appeared,
Announcing new showtimes in upcoming days.
"His Majesty has arranged multiple screenings each day! All shall witness the magic in time!"
That soothed many tempers.
Merchants returned to their carriages with smiles, nobles reserved future tickets with mana-sealed invitations,
And the general public erupted into cheers.
Meanwhile, the Magic Knight squads had also arrived in full uniform.
It wasn't just curiosity —
It was pride.
After all, this was their king's creation.
Fuegoleon stood at the balcony level with Nozel, Charlotte, Yami, and Dorothy,
Watching the crowd below.
"Hard to believe,"
Charlotte murmured, her eyes following the bustling excitement.
"The kingdom's united — not by war or politics, but by curiosity. As expected of my Ben."
Fuegoleon nodded slowly,
Nod~
A faint smile tugging at his lips.
"That's what makes His Majesty… different."
Yami, leaning back with a cigarette, smirked.
Smrik~
"He's turning magic into entertainment now, huh? Guess I'll see what all the fuss is about."
Down in the front rows,
The common folk couldn't stop whispering in excitement as a crystal projector floated into the center of the stage, humming with blue light.
A royal announcer's voice echoed through the theater.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the Clover Kingdom — please take your seats. His Majesty's creation shall begin shortly!"
The crowd quieted instantly.
The lights dimmed.
The room pulsed with mana.
And as the massive prism at the center flared to life —
The first movie in the history of the Clover Kingdom began.
Suddenly, the blank white screen before them flickered to life —
And a faint golden shimmer spread across its surface.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Gasps rippled through the packed theater.
Then, appearing in radiant emerald light,
The emblem of a four-leaf clover bloomed proudly on the screen.
"CLOVER PRODUCTION PRESENTS"
The text glowed with regal majesty before fading into another line that appeared letter by letter,
One by one the name of the mages involved in the project for creating the prism projector appeared on the screen.
As if written by invisible magic:
"A BENJAMIN SALVADOR KIRA CREATION."
A murmur of awe moved through the audience —
Nobles whispering in respect, commoners clapping softly in wonder, and even the stoic captains leaning forward in anticipation.
Then came the music.
A soft, melodic tune began to play —
A blend of mana-harp and wind chime harmonics, perfectly balanced to soothe the soul.
It drifted across the theater like a lullaby carried by the wind,
A sound unlike anyone at the kingdom had heard before.
Even the air felt enchanted.
"____"
Children smiled, nobles closed their eyes for a moment,
And Julius —
Seated at the royal dais —
Looked absolutely enchanted,
His eyes gleaming with unrestrained curiosity.
"Magnificent… even the sound feels alive," he whispered.
As the melody swelled,
The glowing title slowly faded… and the grainy grey image of a distant world took its place.
The screen showed a crowded port,
Shrouded in mist, filled with people bustling about —
Men in coats, women in elegant dresses, steam rising from strange metal contraptions.
The scene felt old, foreign, yet breathtakingly alive.
And then —
The crowd gasped.
"____"
"____"
"____"
From the fog,
A massive ship emerged,
Its steel hull gleaming like a floating palace.
Smoke billowed from its twin chimneys as workers shouted, ropes tightened,
And the ocean glistened beneath it.
"By the gods… what kind of vessel is that?"
Whispered a nobleman in disbelief.
"It's… beautiful and majestic,"
Murmured Mimosa, her eyes wide with wonder.
"That thing could hold an entire Kingdom squads… no even more a city maybe..."
Yami muttered, cigarette forgotten in his hand.
Even Nozel, usually composed and detached, found himself quietly impressed.
"Such craftsmanship… I've never seen its like."
The name of the ship shimmered across the screen in elegant script —
TITANIC
A hush fell over the room.
The scale, the majesty, the impossible realism of what they were seeing —
It was overwhelming.
For the first time in history, magic wasn't being used to fight, to heal, or to build —
It was being used to show.
To make people feel.
— the Clover Kingdom collectively leaned forward, breath held, hearts beating in sync.
The age of magical cinema had just begun.
Then, the scene shifted —
The dazzling sunlight over the Titanic's deck faded into the dark,
Endless blue of the ocean's depths.
The music turned low and mysterious —
The gentle hum of strings echoing like whispers beneath the waves.
The image now showed a strange metallic vessel gliding through the deep.
Its body was smooth and round, glowing faintly with golden lights that pierced the darkness like eyes of a deep-sea creature.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Gasps and murmurs spread through the theater.
"What… what kind of fish is that?"
Whispered one commoner.
"No, it looks man-made…"
A noble muttered, squinting.
"A vessel that swims underwater…?"
Said Fuegoleon quietly, his tone half in awe, half in disbelief.
Words flickered on the screen —
Submarine Expedition..., 1996 A.D.
Though the numbers meant little to the Clover folk,
The implication was clear —
'This was the future.'
Inside the strange underwater vessel,
The audience saw a group of people in sleek clothing, monitoring glowing panels and moving levers.
Strange mirrors displayed reflections of the deep ocean, and one man was guiding the operation with calm precision.
From above the sea, another team spoke through what appeared to be magical crystals named monitor—
Though, to them, it was technology.
Their voices were crisp, clear, and filled with tension.
"We're nearing the site now. The sonar confirms it — it's the Titanic."
The audience collectively gasped.
"____"
"____"
"____"
The glowing lights of the submarine swept across the ocean floor —
Revealing massive ruins half-buried in sand.
And there, lying broken and silent, was the very same majestic ship they had admired moments ago —
Its hull torn, its deck twisted and covered in sea life.
The mighty Titanic, now a grave beneath the waves.
Even the most talkative nobles fell quiet.
Mimosa's hands clasped over her chest.
Noelle's eyes softened with sorrow.
And Julius… Julius was utterly transfixed, whispering under his breath.
"Incredible… a visual memory of tragedy… preserved through time."
A narrator's voice —
Calm, deep, and echoing —
Filled the room:
"Eighty-four years ago, the Titanic met her fate on a cold April night… She was called the ship of dreams. And she was."
The line carried weight.
The room went still.
The camera panned over the wreck —
Showing chandeliers draped in seaweed, a piano half buried in silt,
And the haunting silhouette of stairways that once gleamed with light.
The audience, who had just marveled at its grandeur minutes ago, now felt a strange ache in their hearts.
Even Yami, usually unbothered, muttered under his breath,
"Tch… damn thing looked invincible."
Fuegoleon exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing.
Frown~
"To think… even something that magnificent could fall."
Then came a spark of intrigue —
The surface team, now excited, began shouting:
"We've found it! The safe! It's still intact!"
The submarine's small mechanical arm reached forward —
A remote-controlled machine, its joints whirring softly —
And began retrieving an object from the debris.
The audience's jaws dropped.
"A… metal golem?"
Said Charlotte quietly.
"No… it's not alive… it's controlled,"
Said Nozel, his analytical mind spinning.
"A tool that obeys its user without magic through that box."
Whispers spread —
Admiration, curiosity, and disbelief.
The Clover Kingdom had seen magic shape the world…
But this was something else —
'A world shaped by intellect and creation alone.'
As the submarine rose toward the light, carrying the mysterious artifact, the narration continued — telling of how people searched for answers, for memories, for something lost to time.
The light of the screen shimmered like sunlight through water.
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