"Miss Astley, this gentleman is your escort from the Charity Banquet that night, isn't he?"
Lady Connaught asked with another smile, then nodded affirmatively before Wei Ge could answer:
"He certainly is. I really envy you. With your young, beautiful appearance as capital, even at twenty-five, you can still attract such handsome young men in their early twenties.
As for me, I'm already in my thirties. Time truly spares no one. When I was your age, although I didn't have your charm, I could always find young men approaching me at banquets, and could always make the male servants at home secretly stare at me."
She then blinked and asked Wei Ge:
"Since you've already come to the Hall, would you be willing to lend me your skin to wear? I swear, I only want to try becoming as young and beautiful as you. I'll return the skin afterward."
"You really have gone completely mad."
Wei Ge was not angry, and her tone remained calm:
"Even if you were released, you would probably only cause trouble for Arcadia."
"Ordinary people with strong desires are naturally more likely than others to go mad when they come to a place like this. Yet she seemed quite suited to this place. She had a high level of compatibility with the [Skin Object Hall]."
Shade spoke, and then a flash of silver moonlight swept past. Lady Connaught's head fell from her shoulders. Wearing Skin Objects did not make one immortal. Blood sprayed toward the rooftop, and she died.
"You really are rude. Killing people so casually in the Hall is not a good habit. It's terribly wasteful."
A cloyingly sweet voice spoke. The young girl who had just been lying on the bed was already standing, hooking the robe from the floor with her