The main character of the ball shines like a diamond

With little time left, many people gradually entered the hall.

“Well, it’s quite a spectacle. I’m getting nervous now.”

Hanni casually surveyed the young nobles mingling and conversing.

Although they were all nobles of similar standing,

a magic warrior skilled in punching found herself struggling with ballroom dancing.

“If you pretend everyone around you is a monster, you can calm down.”

Loya straightened his collar.

He had to admit, although he lacked a certain strength in his appearance,

his natural pale and intelligent youthful image was quite handsome when enhanced by this neat and respectable suit.

“Teacher!”

During a lull in their slow drinking and chatting, a bright, golden twin-tailed figure rushed over.

“I’m sorry, I’m a little late.”

Timos deliberately stopped and brought her feet together.

Considering her status, it was inappropriate for a commoner to overshadow the nobles in this aristocratic setting,

so the elf maiden’s attire was naturally understated.

However, her golden hair was neatly styled, and the long, drooping braids made her look particularly charming.

The crossed ribbons adorning the hem of her skirt swayed slightly behind her petite figure, giving the impression of a swallow.

Loya, long accustomed to his student’s appearance, was momentarily lost in thought.

“Teacher?”

Timos met Loya’s gaze, her eyes blinking,

but then, as if realizing something, she quickly lowered her small face.

“Um, um… Do I… look… strange?”

“Hmm…”

Loya lowered his head, still formulating a response—

“Not strange at all! I’d say you look cute, beautiful. If I had to say—Ah! You look as delicious as a strawberry.

Hey, can I get that to go, shopkeeper? Hahaha…”

Hanni, standing beside him, efficiently provided the compliment.

Timos inwardly clicked her tongue.

Why was the supporting character stealing the lines!

Only when she clearly saw it was Hanni did she suddenly freeze.

Hanni’s attire today was indeed quite intimidating.

Especially the rather formidable pair of chests adorning her low-cut evening gown.

No wonder she was chatting so happily with Teacher when she came in.

However, considering Hanni’s usual demeanor,

Timos still categorized this appearance as a fleeting moment, not yet warranting inclusion on her list of defenses.

“Just in time, it looks like it’s about to begin.”

Following Loya’s gaze,

the clamor subsided like a receding tide.

The guests near the hall’s archway naturally parted into two sides.

As the ceremonial attendants led the way, amidst the well-intentioned and expectant murmurs of the crowd, the two figures emerged:

the young lady of the Lewensite family and the second young master of the Holy Sword family.

A perfect match, talented man and beautiful woman, as if made for each other.

The noble youths present, whether in admiration or envy, watched with bright eyes.

Only Loya narrowed his eyes.

The protagonists of this banquet were undoubtedly them.

But this was supposed to be a joint entrance,

the as usual arrogant noble lady, only concerned with holding her head high and moving forward,

did not extend her hand to Mossolen in a gesture of noble etiquette.

And her pace seemed deliberately quickened,

from Loya’s perspective, it was easy to see that she was consistently half a step ahead on the red carpet.

The subtle detail made even the brother of the renowned Knight King seem like an attendant, rather than a dance partner.

Of course, Mossolen was not a dullard,

He was certainly unwilling to be left behind like this,

and he repeatedly quickened his steps to keep up.

It was as if they were competing with each other,

She took half a step forward, and he would also take half a step forward.

The originally not-so-short banquet hall corridor was covered in just a few moments by the two figures who seemed to generate wind with their steps.

The atmosphere in the hall immediately shifted from initial awe to a somewhat awkward mood.

Whispers inevitably filled the hall,

but most of them were along the lines of:

“Miss Kalandria is the leader of Swan Lake; decisiveness is the true nature of an adventurer.”

“Young Master Mossolen is the Knight King’s brother; naturally, he is also uncompromising.”

—The onlookers unanimously found logical self-consistency.

Reaching the center of the dance floor, Kalandria finally took a step forward,

with a triumphant smile, radiating a dazzling brilliance.

Her crimson evening gown was trimmed with milky white clouds,

and equally pristine white stockings outlined the alluring beauty of her long legs.

Her graceful posture as she stepped onto the stage, her slender waist, gave an ethereal and illusory sense of beauty.

Even though Loya no longer felt any good feelings towards her, even if only disgust remained,

he had to admit at this moment,

Kalandria was the most dazzling diamond in Florence tonight, and any other woman would be eclipsed in her presence.

Upon stepping onto the dance floor’s elevated stage,

the noble lady’s gaze swept across the crowd.

In just an instant, her eyes met Loya’s, who was hidden in a corner of the banquet hall.

It was certain that Kalandria had done it deliberately.

Loya clearly read a sense of ostentation in her eyes.

Gracefully gathering the hem of her dress, she executed an elegant curtsy, and then Kalandria spoke loudly:

“Good evening, esteemed guests. It is my honor that you have all accepted our invitation and graced this banquet.

This banquet is co-hosted by our Lewensite and the Ignywell families—”

Taking over the introduction, Mossolen also stepped forward.

Despite his displeasure at his family name being placed second,

even a pampered young master knew that this was not the time to throw a tantrum:

“Uh, on behalf of us all, I sincerely wish that everyone can eat well, drink well, and have a thoroughly enjoyable evening tonight…”

His speech was faltering, completely different from Kalandria, who had adventured extensively.

Compared to her, he naturally paled in comparison.

“However, before that, there is one matter I wish to announce to everyone, and it is the primary reason for holding this banquet—”

Kalandria’s lips curved into a proud smile.

She paused deliberately, not to whet anyone’s appetite—it didn’t matter to her anyway.

Her beautiful eyes were currently fixed on Loya’s corner.

As if waiting for him to prick up his ears, and then speaking specifically for him to hear,

Kalandria slowly began:

“I, Kalandria, will be holding my engagement ceremony with Mr. Mossolen next month.

The glory of the Lewensite family will thus be engraved upon the silver blade of the Holy Sword.”

Her voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone in the banquet hall to hear clearly.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

As if a fuse had burned out,

after several seconds, everyone finally reacted to the explosive news, and murmurs filled the hall.

However, Kalandria acted as if she were alone,

indifferent to everyone’s surprise.

Her gaze remained fixed only on Loya,

her beautiful eyes seeming to say—

Did you see?

This man is my fiancé.

Compared to you, he is more than just a little better.

Now, do you regret leaving “Swan Lake” so presumptuously?