Hearing that the Dicolic brothers would be staying in the Hoenn Region for a while longer, the girls exchanged glances, the light in their eyes growing even brighter.
On the outskirts of the group of young men and women, Xinhai, Ryosuke Onodera, and the others stopped walking.
"There are really a lot of people!" Ryosuke Onodera rose slightly onto his toes to look inside, lowering his voice. "Looks like we'll have to wait a while before we can squeeze in."
"No rush." Yuma Kamiya held his wineglass with a composed bearing. "We'll wait until this group disperses."
Rika Yuzuki nodded, her gaze sweeping over the gathered young people as she said softly, "Most of them probably came with their elders to say hello. They should leave soon."
Xinhai did not respond. He merely stood quietly at the edge, his gaze resting on the two young men surrounded by the crowd.
He had already met Diska, the one on the left, that afternoon.
Standing amid the crowd now, Diska still maintained his distinct composure.
Even surrounded by so many people, he showed not the slightest impatience. He answered every question just right, neither making anyone feel brushed off nor revealing too much personal information.
It was the breeding etched into his bones, as well as the social instinct aristocratic children had been trained in since childhood.
As for the man on the right—Xinhai's gaze settled on him.
His features were almost identical to Diska's. They really were twins. Yet their temperaments were clearly different.
Diska's gentleness carried a touch of warmth that made people feel close to him, while this one gave off more of a faint sense of distance.
He was not cold; he simply spoke little and wore a subdued expression. Though his lips also held a slight curve,