"I feel so embarrassed."
In the gilded banquet hall, feeling the frequent strange glances from around, Glaya hung her head in shame.
But Lynn, wearing a sharp-beaked crow mask beside her, didn't seem to share the sentiment.
He held a drink in his hand, inserting a straw through the eye section of the crow mask, sipping noisily.
"Anyway, I'm wearing a mask, so even if there's shame, it's on your Augusta family."
He said with a chuckle.
At the same time, he subtly scanned his surroundings.
The banquet had already begun.
People came and went through the hall, and in the center stage, musicians played enchanting dance tunes.
The long dining table beside was covered with intricately patterned tablecloth, adorned with expensive silver candlesticks, offering steaks, desserts, fruits, and other assorted cold foods for guests to take.
The guests in attendance, excluding the servers, numbered over two hundred.
The scene was undeniably grand.
