Why are you so familiar with each other?

While Loya and Kalandria were conversing, in the center of the bustling banquet hall, a pair of eyes quietly observed them.

Mossolen was almost burning with impatience.

Damn it, wasn’t this a banquet to publicly announce their engagement?

After the announcement, she just left him alone and ignored him, what was that all about?

Even if he was her nominal fiancé,

even if she didn’t care about him,

she should at least consider the weight of the name Ignywell behind her own—

If others saw people making their own interpretations in this kind of setting, who knew what gossip would spread behind their backs.

Setting aside everything else, it was all for him.

Mossolen clinked glasses with an unknown minor noble who had just come over to chat,

and immediately walked towards Kalandria and the others’ corner.

However, as he got closer, he realized.

It wasn’t just this pair of lovebirds.

The adorable elf maiden he had been longing for was also here.

Oh, right, these two were in a teacher-student relationship—

“Mossolen?”

Kalandria’s voice, tinged with suspicion, jolted the noble young master who couldn’t move forward once he saw the elf.

Just as she was thinking about how to scold Loya, and this guy who just had to show up and cause trouble, she couldn’t help but have a bad expression.

“What are you doing here?”

“Aren’t you entertaining guests? I thought since you were chatting for so long, they must be important guests, so I came to take a look out of hospitality…”

Mossolen said, but his eyes kept darting towards Timos.

However, halfway through his pleasantries, he was immediately interrupted by Kalandria:

“She’s a member of my ‘Swan Lake’ team.”

The noble lady’s tone lacked any patience,

her words clearly implying, “Have you seen enough? If you have, then hurry up and go somewhere cool.”

“Ah, I see. It’s a shame the distance between Scheidingler and Florence is so great; it’s only now that I get to appreciate the charm of these heroes.”

Mossolen gave a fake smile, then enthusiastically extended his hand to Loya,

“Speaking of which, I never expected that this gentleman would be a warrior from ‘Swan Lake.’ Our encounter the other morning was truly guided by fate.”

“Hmm… I also didn’t expect Mr. Mossolen to be Kalandria’s fiancé.”

Loya calmly reached out and shook his hand.

If he hadn’t seen clearly that the young master’s gaze was always on Timos, with his saccharine tone, one might have mistaken him for a homosexual.

Now it was Kalandria’s turn to be flustered.

“You… know each other?”

“We’ve met.”

Mossolen nodded towards the noble lady,

a hint of smugness on his face.

It was as if he were saying, “You can’t get rid of me now, can you?” with a mocking tone.

“Speaking of which, that day we were in such a hurry…”

He turned his head and asked again,

“I haven’t had the chance to ask for your esteemed name yet.”

“It’s not necessary to be modest, just call me Loya.”

“Alright, Mr. Loya.”

Mossolen was superficially polite, but his heart wasn’t in it.

Who cares what your name is? He was just using it as a conversational stepping stone.

He quickly added, turning to the person behind Loya:

“Then may I ask who this young lady is—”

“……”

Timos was speechless.

She really didn’t want to deal with this kind of person.

Elves’ perception of emotions and psychology was several times more acute than that of ordinary humans.

She had already seen through all the little schemes in this playboy’s heart.

He didn’t even know her name yet,

but his eyes were already filled with a lustful gaze, as if he wanted to push her onto the bed.

Ugh, I’m starting to feel a little sick.

“This is Timos, a genius术士 from the Upper Elf race.”

Sensing the elf maiden subtly tugging at the hem of his suit behind him, Loya stepped forward to shield her,

“Also, this is Ms. Hanni Jindori, heir to a family of magic warriors.”

Hanni, who was introduced, was as straightforward as ever.

Being outgoing, she was never shy about interacting with people and immediately shook hands with Mossolen.

The opportunity he had painstakingly created was again disrupted, and the second young master felt resentful but had to maintain a smile on his face.

Kalandria was equally unhappy.

She was being ignored like this.

Her words were preempted, and then they continued their conversation enthusiastically.

Who was the captain of “Swan Lake” again?

Why was Loya so familiar with this hanger-on from the Holy Sword family?

Didn’t you hear the announcement just now?

This good-for-nothing playboy was about to get engaged to me and become my fiancé.

Shouldn’t you be furiously jealous and get into a verbal argument with him?!

“Loya, since you’ve met before, it’s much more convenient. I was just thinking about how to tell you both…”

Kalandria’s smile was stiff.

She deliberately spoke in an intimate tone, and as she spoke, she moved slightly closer to Mossolen,

“Although I haven’t spent much time with Mossolen, I was immediately captivated by his character and talent… Perhaps this is what they call love at first sight~”

Loya remained unmoved.

After all, he wasn’t blind.

Just a moment ago, when the second young master first arrived, her attitude was not like this.

Timos, of course, saw through it even more clearly.

This woman’s acting skills were too poor; she could only fool simple-minded giants.

Only Hanni took her seriously with a simple “Oh,” believing the story.

Mossolen instinctively flinched, unwilling to indulge the noble lady’s pretense.

He couldn’t figure out why she was suddenly being so affectionate, but he was sure it wasn’t genuine.

When older sisters in amusement parks say “I love you,” it’s usually for money or to climb the social ladder.

But this woman, who the day before yesterday—no, just a moment ago—had a face full of disdain and arrogance higher than the heavens, suddenly changed her tune.

Who knew what she was after?

And more importantly,

the elf maiden the young master truly liked was right in front of him.

Elves were pure-hearted beings.

Acting lovey-dovey with someone else in front of her, what would she think?

Mossolen smiled apologetically and pushed back, maintaining a distance:

“Hahaha, Miss Kalandria, you flatter me. We haven’t spent much time together; we’ve only known each other for less than two days.”

That’s right, he had to make it clear, to create a sense of forced family marriage,

so that the elf maiden would know that young Master Brother was also forced into this, marrying someone he didn’t love.

An unhappy marriage, family responsibilities,

these were all building blocks for a tragic love story. Naive young maidens loved this kind of romantic trope, didn’t they!

“Feelings can’t be measured solely by time. However, a short time can also highlight the intensity of our feelings, can’t it?”

Seeing the second young master flinch, Kalandria immediately moved closer again,

“Furthermore, in terms of family background, we are well-matched. I am the next head of the Lewensite family, one of the future leaders of Florence, and you… your sister is the Knight King, and your future is bound to be bright.

Nothing could be more suitable.”

The noble lady smiled gently,

completely unaware that the latter half of her sentence had stepped on the biggest landmine.

Mossolen took a deep breath, almost losing his temper on the spot.

Watching the two who were clearly not in love,

Loya felt a sense of exasperation.