Inside the Opera House, Velin and Kyle followed the maid to the second floor.
At the center of the building stood a huge stage, where over a dozen beautiful women in revealing outfits danced.
Velin looked around, then led Kyle to a pair of seats and sat down casually. He watched the center of the stage with curiosity in his eyes.
As the two enjoyed the performance, the maid brought over a pot of tea, a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a plate of pastries. After setting them on the table, she quietly withdrew.
Before long, an extraordinarily beautiful blonde dancer stepped onto the stage, stirring up a commotion on the first floor.
But on the second floor, aside from a few people marveling at the dancer's beauty, most silently appreciated her dancing without making a sound.
Those seated on the second floor were all people of status and influence. How could they be as vulgar and ill-mannered as those downstairs?
"Lord Velin."
Velin, engrossed in the performance, heard a familiar voice and came back to his senses. To his surprise, the visitor was Klek, commander of the Rodenert Legion's Third Camp. He had not expected to encounter him here.
"Klek, the person beside you is..."
Seeing this, Klek hurriedly introduced her. "This is..."
"My name is Sigrid Rodenert. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Velin." The veiled woman curtsied and introduced herself to Velin.
"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, beautiful lady." Velin reluctantly stood and returned the courtesy. He did not introduce himself further, assuming Klek had already told her about him.
Velin was no stranger to the name Sigrid. With Klek beside her, it was easy to guess her identity: the eighth daughter of Marquis Rodenert.
"Please, sit."
Sigrid nodded and