Leon's earth-shattering declaration—"I'm reserving all of Miss Eliza's remaining dance slots!"—was like a bucket of cold water dumped into a boiling pot of oil. The entire ballroom erupted!
The deathly silence lasted less than a second before the room burst into deafening uproar and laughter! It was louder than any of the laughter before, filled with disbelief, absurdity, and the excited glee of people who loved watching a spectacle unfold!
"R-Reserve? All her dance slots?" A young nobleman laughed so hard he doubled over, pounding his companion on the shoulder. "Hahahaha! Leon Hohenzollern! Does he think he's booking out a theater?!"
"First come, first served? My heavens! How did he even come up with that?"
"That's just... that's just shameless! But... hahahaha, why do I find it so satisfying?"
"Felix was acting like he had her cornered just a moment ago. Bet he didn't see this coming!"
Even Victor Windsor, who had kept his face stern the whole time, couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from twitching violently when he heard Leon's words. He nearly failed to maintain his serious expression. For the first time, he looked at Leon with something other than pure dislike. There was even a hint of astonishment in his eyes, as if to say, "How did this guy even come up with that?"
Reinhardt Windsor stared at Leon in astonishment, then shook his head helplessly, though a faint trace of amusement flickered deep in his eyes. The Eldest Princess Elinor's hand paused slightly as she held her wineglass, and a hint of surprise—and perhaps amusement—flashed through her deep eyes. Even Aunt Margaret, whose face was usually frozen in ice, twitched her brow almost imperceptibly.
Elisa Windsor, the leading lady who had remained as steady as an iceberg, paused for half a second with the