Watching the sharp, haughty gaze of the young lady in the sky-blue gown, the corners of Sno's lips lifted slightly. Within the shadow beneath his feet, an eye with clock-face-like irises opened, then quietly closed again.
At the same time, Sno himself replied calmly:
"Good evening, Miss Hairore. Speaking like that is extremely rude. It will not only affect the Macht Family's reputation, but also indirectly affect Ms. Vahana's work."
Hearing Sno's utterly unrestrained mockery, Hairore's gaze flickered slightly, but she still assumed the posture of a villainous young lady and said:
"No matter why my father invited someone like you to the banquet, you'd better stay away from my mother!"
"..." Sno had not expected this young lady's hostility to stem from that. For a moment, he did not even know how to continue the conversation. However, his predecessor had been a social terror after all. With a mere shift of his expression, he spread his hands and said, "Miss Hairore, you may have some misunderstanding about my profession. I only provide emotional comfort when my clients need it. You can think of it as being a Psychiatrist. Compared with that, I think you should be more concerned about your own mental state."
After saying that, Sno gently rubbed Lily, who was glaring at Hairore with a "ferocious" look, then began moving around before the ball with Iliyan, who was trying hard not to laugh.
However, around two minutes later, a familiar figure appeared in his field of vision. As their gazes met, Sno clearly noticed hesitation appearing in the other party's eyes.
There was no doubt about it. The Spectator PTSD had flared up again.
"Good evening, Mister Kidd. I didn't expect to run into you here." Sno took the initiative to greet him. Klein, wearing the appearance