Traces of the Primordial Demoness?

Early the next morning, Walter arrived at the third-floor bedroom in good spirits. He had learned that Trissy's injuries had fully healed, she had found a new place to live, and her investigation had made considerable progress. Together with Richardson, the personal servant who had danced late into the night and felt spiritually refreshed despite his fatigue, he waited to greet the waking master of the house, Dwayne Dantès.

When the gentleman opened his door and staggered into the hall with dark circles under his eyes and his hair a mess, neither man could hide his astonishment.

Could Mr. Dantès have been so excited about tonight's ball, with its many female guests of different ages and personalities, that he hadn't slept a wink?

The two exchanged a furtive glance and silently kept the question to themselves.

"Ribak, tell Mr. Sander I agree to their terms. I'll also be going to Trier soon to contact the sales channels there. I hope they can have their goods ready as quickly as possible."

In the study, Angel gave her instructions to the butler standing respectfully before her.

"Yes, Miss. I'll go to the Veteran Officers Club at once..." Ribak nodded. "Should I contact them openly or in secret?"

Seeing Angel's confusion, he added,

"Contacting them openly would signal that you're close to Mr. Sander's New Party and have some cooperation with the military. It might affect how other nobles and wealthy merchants view you. Whether that's good or bad depends on their own leanings."

He's asking whether I want to pick a side. But this is only our first deal. If I rush to attach myself to them, they might not even want me. I'd look too eager, and no party leader would welcome someone like that... Angel understood and shook her