Silas turned around and lifted up a slender hand. He helped Ice-pick and accompanied her to the party.
He must say, Ice-pick sure knew how to change her mood. The entire time, she didn't crack a joke and acted like a noblewoman.
Roland was deeply surprised by that for her refinement was noblelike.
Silas looked at her behavior and thought about her family's situation. They must have taught her at a young age.
He buried the knowledge deep inside his mind and focused on the party. They walked up the stairs and were greeted by the butler from before.
He then opened the door and announced loudly to the crowd.
"Silas Viremont, heir of Viremont and his lady, Miss Eira."
Silas gave a false name to the butler. Ice-pick name was strange and memorable. He didn't want the attention of her family yet.
Silas enjoyed the shower of gazes as he walked into the center to greet the host of the party.
