At midnight, a large crowd of commoners surrounded the Lion King Palace, holding torches with fervent passion.
"King! Come out—! King! Come out—! King! Come out—!" Everyone shouted while holding their torches high.
...
"Your Majesty, they're calling for you," the palace steward whispered from the bedside.
"Ignore them, just ignore them! Pretend we didn't hear anything!" Benedict II cowered under the bed, covering his ears with both hands.
"But the mob is about to break in..."
"So what if they break in? Is there anything left in here for them to smash?"
"I think they'll catch you."
"So what? It's not like I have food to give them! Nothing! Absolutely nothing! I can barely feed myself, so who cares about them!" Benedict II shouted, "It's all that damn Holy Knight's fault! They should go ask him for food!"
"But they can't find the Holy Knight, so they're coming for you."
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