The hall was dimly lit.
Nora sat alone in a corner, her face full of envy as she watched the people on the dance floor.
Of course, she wanted to be like them too—to rest a hand on the manager's shoulder, be held around the waist by him, and easily keep up with the steps and rhythm on the dance floor.
But whenever she thought of making a mistake, embarrassing herself, or causing the manager to lose face, she could not muster the courage.
She had even wondered once whether, if it were Miss Irene, she would surely coordinate perfectly with the manager.
Sigh...
She had clearly worked so hard to catch up to the manager's footsteps, yet she had never truly managed to keep pace.
Although she could already help ease the manager's burdens with certain small matters, in truth, anyone else could do those things just as well.
She simply was not irreplaceable.
Every single person around the manager was so outstanding.
Edith and Ilya, the Saintesses of the Elf Race; Harper, who was skilled at conducting experiments; Guy, who handled all kinds of business; Gil, who was solely responsible for the Elemental Cards; Sister Sylvie, a sixth-rank mage; Lyle and Princess Mia, who ran the hotpot restaurant; and Miss Irene.
Aside from the little employees at the Flower Shop, everyone else was far more outstanding than she was.
Only little Yuna could offer her mutual consolation.
But at least Yuna could mix drinks, even if they tasted awful most of the time...
Naturally, Nora did not know that Yuna was actually the strongest one beside Ron in terms of raw power, especially after obtaining two True Person Dolls.
Nora clenched her small hands tightly in her lap, lowered her head, pressed her lips together, and silently encouraged