Although coercion did not fit Beckland's usual "aesthetics," watching the beauty before him reveal a disgusted yet helplessly submissive look after hearing the threat, "Think about your father's business," Beckland suddenly felt that he might have awakened some new kink.
The two of them leaving the ballroom did not draw anyone's attention. Or rather, whether it was the embassy's military officers or the guests attending the ball, the scene unfolding now was entirely within their expectations.
The music remained melodious and graceful.
The dance steps remained light and flowing.
The businessmen continued their negotiations, while the ladies kept up their comparisons.
It was as if there had never been a person named Beckland in the embassy at all.
Upon reaching a room on the second floor, Beckland waved for the guards not to disturb them, failing to notice that the beautiful darling beside him had not attracted even the slightest attention.
As the door was locked from the inside, Beckland eagerly pounced toward the beautiful girl in the black evening gown. But before he could get close, his somewhat plump body suddenly twisted into a bizarre posture, and layers of flames burst from his body.
"So even if the conscious mind doesn't notice, the subconscious will instinctively dodge, huh?" A flippant voice came from behind the beauty. Feeling a prickling pain in his neck, a cold bead of sweat slid down Beckland's temple.
When had another person appeared in this room?
No, not appeared—he had been there all along!
The moment Beckland clearly saw him, he remembered. This man had always been beside the girl, yet no one—not the guests, not the guards, not even the Sequence V military officer currently stationed in the embassy—had noticed his existence!
"Psychological invisibility? Are you from the Psychology Alchemists?" A ball of