Judging by this, he and Malachi must have gotten along quite well.
Speaking of Malachi, Dark casually asked, "By the way, where's your 'friend'?" Dulong froze for a moment before suddenly realizing. "Oh, you mean Malachi? Fern! We'd originally agreed to have dinner together tonight, but the academy had already made arrangements. I asked Professor Jones, and she said we absolutely couldn't leave tonight, so we had to reschedule."
"That's a shame," Dark said. "So why didn't you bring him along?"
Dulong blinked and asked in confusion, "Why would I bring him along?"
Dark paused for 0.1 seconds, but quickly said very naturally, "Just saying. So, how are Sara and Heidi?"
Dulong's smile widened again. "We spent a long time together afterward. Duel City's scenery is really nice."
As they talked, the two began discussing the various sights within Duel City.
Clearly, Malachi and Dulong were not yet close enough to be called "friends."
At least, that was how Dulong saw it. He likely placed considerable weight on the word "friend" and would not lightly form such a relationship with someone.
In fact, this was something noble children were taught from an early age. The higher a noble's status, the more wary they tended to be when it came to "making friends."
Thus, Dark quickly realized that the problem was actually on his end. Casually keeping a fan he had only recently met by his side, even bringing her to a banquet of this caliber, was indeed a little too careless.
However, the reason he had "let down his guard" was largely because he possessed "mind-reading."
Because he could see through people's hearts, he had confidence in his judgment of others. But "mind-reading" was not omnipotent, and excessive confidence was a precursor to Pride.
Moreover, at a dinner party