Two young, rather unhandsome gentlemen flew through the air and crashed into the crowd, drawing countless screams.
Only after Charlotte landed did he realize that he was the only one left in the dueling ground. By normal logic, the two men who had ambushed him and been kicked away by him were the two gentlemen in the duel.
Hmm, they were ridiculously weak.
He also spotted Miss Soumei!
She was not any Miss Soumei he knew! Neither Menilman Soumei nor Dorothy Soumei!
Well then!
He did not know a third Miss Soumei either.
This Miss Soumei had a valiant, dashing air about her. She was somewhat prettier than any Inglima noblewoman Charlotte had seen at the ball.
She possessed a heroic spirit that ordinary girls lacked.
To put it simply, she was a little like the Yin-style Yue opera actress who played young male roles that Charlotte had often come across online before his transmigration, with a cold and wickedly alluring pride.
Rather than a magnificent, intricate gown of expensive material and craftsmanship, she wore hunting attire wholly at odds with the atmosphere of the ball: a fitted short jacket cinched at the waist, snug leather trousers, and a pair of ankle boots. Though she was faintly dust-covered, she seemed brimming with vitality, her image vivid and distinct.
Miss Soumei had originally worn an impatient expression, but Charlotte's descent from the sky—and the fact that he had kicked away the two duelists barehanded—still took her slightly by surprise.
She could not help thinking, No wonder Susie said she'd arrange a surprise for me! I thought it would just be an ordinary, tiresome duel. I never expected her to arrange an even more elaborate performance. This must have cost quite a bit, right!?
*We're only casual acquaintances. Why would she spend