Naturally, she would not encounter Misha, whom only Nameless could see.
Of course, with her abilities, finding Misha would have been easy.
Unfortunately, no matter how handsome Misha was, he was still a man.
Little Griseo was not so far gone as to have any ideas about pretty boys.
So it did not matter~
"Little Griseo, you're so slow~" Furina pushed open the door and entered the hall.
She saw Furina come up to her first, poking Little Griseo repeatedly.
Clearly, their group was not the only one in the hall.
Still, with their whole group gathered together, no one lacking sense would come over to cause trouble.
Although Little Griseo and the others were stunningly beautiful, making people unable to help being amazed,
there seemed to be a saying in the universe: the prettier the girls, and the more lavishly they dressed, the more likely they were to be unimaginably powerful figures.
After all.
This actually held true even in ordinary society.
Only after one had enough to eat and possessed sufficient ability would one consider more. Holding a position nurtured one's bearing; in many cases, an aura that came from within could not be achieved simply by becoming nouveau riche.
In a luxurious money pit like Penacony,
one could say that nobody who came here was an ordinary person!
It was not worth it, nor was there any need,
to offend an unfathomable existence for some reason or another.
In the best-case scenario,
the other party might have come to enjoy themselves after spending their entire fortune.
If you offended them, then so be it.
At most, you would be reprimanded by your family.
But if they were powerful Pathstriders or high-ranking figures from a true faction, then there was nothing more to say.
Death? That would be