Feysac Princess
The thought of the banquet that evening filled Audrey with an instinctive sense of disgust. Her reluctance rose and fell like bubbles in boiling water, one after another.
Because this banquet was organized by the Royal Family, it meant that those masters would also be present.
Although King George III is currently in his prime, a struggle for the throne has already begun.
The princes each used their skills to try and win over more Councilor and nobles.
Among the House of Lords and the House of Commons, the wealthy Earl Hall stood out... especially since he had a daughter who was incomparably beautiful.
"Miss, even if you dislike those princes, please be sure to maintain your manners."
Her personal maid Annie, helped her up from the bed.
"Of course I know that."
Audrey replied.
The princes always tried to approach her, like a flock of male birds flapping their wings and showing off their bright feathers. But Audrey only found them rude and chauvinistic.
Furthermore, the Royal Family worships the Lord of Storms, while the Earl Hall's family worships the Evernight Goddess, leading to differing views on the status of women.
If I become a princess, I'm afraid even going out will become difficult, let alone attending Beyonder Gathering... Oh, and remember to inform Miss Cecilia that I need her protection.
She said to her maid.
The Psychology Alchemists is already trying to contact her, and perhaps some of their people will be at this banquet. Under these circumstances, she definitely needs someone to protect her.
"I will arrange for someone to notify them."
Annie asked, "Miss, which dress are you planning to wear tonight?"
As the two talked, she served Audrey, leading her to the dressing room next to the bedroom. It was a spacious room filled with all kinds of dresses and a large number of exquisite pieces of jewelry.
Four or five maids followed closely behind and began their work with perfect coordination. Some Weaving her hair, some chose accessories for her, and some did her makeup. They were busy but not chaotic, their movements swift and efficient, clearly indicating they had been doing this for a long time.
The tall, floor-length mirror, plated with expensive platinum, clearly reflected the delicate and beautiful face of the girl opposite.
Audrey looked at herself in the Mirror and couldn't help but sigh again.
To please the Royal Family, she had to dress up in formal attire. This dressing process probably took up the entire afternoon.
"Your arm is set."
In a dirty alley in the East Borough, Luther, disguised, spoke to the workers across the street.
"Thank you so much, Sir Missionary!"
The worker was overwhelmed with emotion as he watched his severed arm reattach itself to his body. Tears and snot streamed down his face, leaving four clean streaks on his soot-covered skin, making him look both pitiful and comical.
"Rest more these next few days and avoid any strenuous activity."
Luther said calmly, "Otherwise, the arm will fall off again... Alright, next one."
Thank you! Thank you!
With tears in his eyes, the worker repeatedly thanked Luther. He opened his severely chapped hands, his palms blackened with coal dust, clutching a few pennies and a soli coin. He wanted to give the money to Luther as a small reward for saving him.
But Luther simply waved his hand, allowing his sister to forcibly push him out and welcome the next patient in. Outside the alley, even more injured people were queuing up.
The factories in Backlund are cannibalistic.
The roaring Robot relish human Flesh; they chew on the workers' bones and blood, gleefully spewing out black smoke. Then, gleaming Coin are sent onto the assembly line, gurgling into the factory owner's pocket.
Luther didn't come to save people with any noble purpose. In the process, he was trying to Acting, trying to figure out if the Shepherd's Potion was related to the believers. But perhaps because he didn't spread the doctrines of the evil god to these people, the Shepherd's Potion made little progress.
"Alright, Cecilia. Let's go, it's almost time."
After treating the last group of trauma patients, Luther said to his sister.
The two walked out of the treatment room and slowly left amidst the grateful gazes of the injured around them.
Miss Audrey had already sent word that there was a banquet tonight and his sister was needed as a bodyguard. If his sister wanted to go, he would have to stay hidden in the shadows and go with her.
The two returned home, left a note for their landlady Emily, and then hired a carriage to head to the Count Hall's Villa in Empress Borough.
"Welcome."
Audrey, dressed in her finest attire, smiled at them. Her golden hair was styled in an updo, and the exquisite jewels on her hands and snow-white neck shone brightly under the lights.
Miss Audrey.
Luther had already slipped into his sister's shadow, and only she spoke to the employer.
"Cecilia, would you like to change into a different dress?"
"I don't need to. That would be too conspicuous and easily expose me."
The most important thing for Assassin is to hide. If you're wearing a beautiful dress, everyone's eyes will be on you, making it impossible to assassinate your target.
"Oh, I see. That's a real shame."
Audrey said regretfully that the other woman was just as beautiful as herself, yet she had to wear conservative and Concealment clothes, and even her face was covered by a hood. It was such a pity.
Not bad, you know a lot.
Luther, standing in the shadows, nodded in agreement.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the group set off. The carriage rumbled along several streets before stopping in front of a villa.
Although the banquet was hosted by the Royal Family, since most of the attendees were young noblemen, the venue was chosen to be a villa outside the Imperial Palace to avoid making them feel too uncomfortable.
It is said that this villa belongs to a prince.
The tall building stood majestically at night, its interior brightly lit and resplendent. Soft, cheerful music drifted out, adding a touch of warmth to the deep night.
Luther watched all of this with a cold eye.
He saw the guests chatting and laughing, and delicate bubbles rising in the pale gold champagne in the clear stemmed glasses. The glasses clinked together, making a pleasant sound.
He observed the ladies lingering elegantly and reservedly at the banquet, their fair necks adorned with expensive and exquisite jewelry, their deliberate smiles revealing their scrutiny and judgment of one another.
He saw the gentlemen engaging in lively conversation, boasting of their legendary experiences—hunting, military service, establishing businesses...
Luther looked around and couldn't help but recall the workers in the East Borough and the innocent girls who had been kidnapped and abused.
A sharp, ringing sound echoed in his mind. He chuckled mockingly, then suppressed his Frenzy thoughts.
"Miss Hall Audrey Hall has arrived."
Audrey got out of the carriage with Annie's help, and a servant immediately came to greet her respectfully.
There are quite a few extraordinary individuals here.
Luther, hiding in the shadows, keenly sensed the presence of the Lamb.
That servant, that musician, and that guy hiding in the corner... and their Sequence aren't low.
Perhaps due to the presence of the Royal Family, security at the banquet was quite tight. Although Audrey was not harassed, her sister, who was acting as a bodyguard, was required to leave her weapons behind.
As soon as Audrey entered the villa, she attracted everyone's attention. This was undoubtedly due to her family background and exquisite appearance. The inconspicuous hooded woman behind her was naturally ignored by everyone.
"Audrey, you've come."
Several of her friends quickly gathered around, including Viscount Glaint.
Sorry, it's a little late.
Audrey replied with a smile, "Fortunately, the princes haven't arrived yet."
Arriving after these organizers would have been somewhat impolite.
"Have you heard, Audrey?"
Glaint's eyes darted around, and then she suddenly lowered her voice with a gossipy glint in her eye, "I heard from the rumors that a princess from Feysac will also be attending with the prince..."