Chapter 109

"Whoa..."

A half-swallowed sigh flowed from Perez's mouth, who came out to the terrace and breathed in the fresh air.

Although it was intended, it was uncomfortable for the nobles who kept talking to him and ladies who kept asking for dance requests.

Perez crossed his arms leaning against the railing on the terrace.

It was because the main character who had been following him to the point of annoyance followed him to the terrace.

"I'm so glad you've got a good delivery, you?"

It was Astana who was drunk and bloated.

Perez looked at such Astana with contempt and pathetic eyes.

Then the tearful Astana, who was choked up in his throat, shouted.

"You! How dare you look at me like that?"

Then he tried to grab Perez, but it was a big waste.

The impossible could not have been possible for Astana, who was drunk and reeling.

"Ugh!"

Astana, who almost lost his balance and fell over the railing, gulped in surprise.

But soon he realized looking at Perez and said loudly, pointing fingers.

"Enjoy it when you can! You can't even dream about it later, you lowly!"

Perez's eyebrows wriggled.

It wasn't because of the word 'lowly thing' that he has been hearing.

He didn't care about those words anymore.

"Enjoy it when I can?"

Perez's reaction made Astana more elated.

"Now that Lombardy is young, you can pretend to be close to each other because it's an act of playmate. If she's a little older, you won't be able to do it."

Perez did not answer, but Astana laughed knowingly.

"She is the daughter of Gallahan Lombardy. Although her mother's lineage is a bit flawed."

It sounded like a dog breed was being judged.

"Gallahan's money is more than enough. Unlike you who disappear right now and no one will look for you."

Perez's mouth opened as if to spit something out and closed again.

He had nothing to say.

Unfortunately, all Astana's sneering remarks were true.

These were also concerns that have been floating in Perez's head since Lulak Lombardy went to Poirak Palace.

"You don't deserve to stand next to Florentia Lombardy."

Away.

Perez eventually gritted his teeth.

“I don’t know if it’s me.”

Perez's red eyes glared at Astana as if they were burning him to death.

And one step closer, one step closer.

"What, what?"

Astana, who had been sarcastic to his heart's content, remembered that Perez has the power to spit out or something and took a step back.

Perez, who pushed Astana's leg until it touched the terrace railing, spoke in a low voice.

"Wrong."

"What, what?"

"Wrong."

And after a moment's thought, Perez has come up with the right words.

"You are like Belsach."

It was a word that Tia sometimes used with really bad language.

"Well, what's that mean?"

Perez looked sneeringly at Astana's trembling legs and turned around.

"Enjoy it when you can."

Perez, who only left that comment, went back into the banquet hall.

* * *

"Where is he? He's not going back already, is he?

After calming down my father and grandfather, I went around looking for Perez again, but he didn't even show up.

As I looked around, I noticed a mid-teen-year-old boy with nearby platinum blonde hair and slightly dark skin.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want to dance."

Straightforward, this doesn't exist in the ethics of the Capital, so it's a bit of a rudeness category.

"Oh, my! How could you say such a rude thing..."

Sure enough.

Lady, who had applied for dance, returned in great displeasure.

"Whoa..."

Rather, the boy, who sighed as if he was in trouble, turned around and bumped into me standing behind him.

"I'm sorry! I'm so lost in my mind... Are you all right, Lady?

The boy grabbed me by the shoulder as if he was very sorry, and handed me a handkerchief even though there was no dirty place.

"It's okay. The Capital is very different from the East, so you must be distracted."

When I returned the handkerchief and said so, the boy's eyes were round.

"How did you know I was from the East!"

"Well, I knew when I saw Young Lord's skin color and refused to dance a little while ago. I heard the East has a slightly different culture."

No one in the Capital uses that word.

"Wow, that's great!"

The boy who said so smiled broadly.

The synergy effect was enormous when the colorful blond hair, light sky blue eyes, and fresh smile were combined in the light of the banquet hall.

It's like a bright sun shining brightly.

Looking at the smiling face, the boy readily reached out and said.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Avinox Ruman."

Oh, you're the son of the young Lord Ruman who took over the title.

I greeted Avinox hand in hand.

"I'm Florentia Lombardy."

"Oh, Lombardy!"

Avinox recognizes me right away.

"Nice to meet you, Lady Florentia Lombardy!"

There was no sign of flattering or trying to look too good.

He was right and confident.

Now I understand why I felt 'like the sun' a little while ago.

Then, Perez, who had just emerged from the terrace not far away, was seen.