At that instant, the room fell deathly silent.
An invisible chill seemed to drift around everyone in the private dining room. A deep, mysterious gleam flashed across the windowpanes, the decorative mirrors, and even the glasses on the table. Downstairs, the diners in the main hall froze for an instant, their minds blank and their joints seemingly filled with glue, leaving them unable to move.
Dunn, now wearing a gold-rimmed monocle, noticed something amiss and looked curiously at the others, an inexplicable glimmer in the gray eye behind the lens.
Ah, so it was his left eye...
Angel met Dunn's gaze, looking at the monocle, which was styled differently from the one she had seen before. Only after a moment did she react and return to her original position.
Beside her, Klein did much the same. His rigid body immediately relaxed, and he rose smoothly to his feet, as though preparing to congratulate them in advance.
They both noticed that Leonard, sitting by himself, had shown no reaction whatsoever. That meant Pallez inside him was not worried that Amon had parasitized Dunn. Otherwise, this Parasite, who had swallowed the characteristics of every Amon avatar in Backlund, should have been the first to flee.
Leonard looked left, then right, his expression composed and his gaze steady. He appeared as unshakable as a mountain, but in truth, he dared not make any large movements.
He sensed a chill and picked up on the tension in the air.
"Heh, don't you think this look suits me?" Dunn broke the silence with a teasing remark. "This accessory has become fashionable among Backlund's gentlemen lately. It makes one look composed, steady, and dignified."
"Captain, where did you hear that?"
Angel asked with a frown.
"I heard this year's trends were arranging flowers into cursive Intisian