Hearing Owen's question, Daphne thought it over carefully before finally shaking her head.
"From what I know of Margaret, she's extremely wary of you. She'd never put herself in danger.
"And your invitation obviously carries that sort of implication. She's a Demoness, so she wouldn't mind an intimate encounter, but with the White Saintess already under your control, I doubt she'd dare try it."
Abner frowned. "Even with you here, she wouldn't feel safe?"
Daphne smiled and brushed a hand through her long hair. "First, she doesn't know who I'm disguised as. She only knows I'll be present.
"Second, even if she realizes Lady Philo is me, would she still trust me after I'd entered Owen's room?"
So luring her in and catching her for a bloodletting won't work... Abner regretted it, but he wasn't too disappointed. If Plan A failed, he still had Plan B.
With that in mind, and knowing where the correct "door" was, Abner's true body Teleported out of the Hidden Space he had created. He needed to make a few arrangements before the ball ended.
Only the Owen Avatar, Daphne, and a lady lost in an amorous dream remained in the room.
Miss Harna's intermittent moans made the atmosphere awkward. Yet the ball wouldn't end for a while, and they couldn't leave so soon.
To stay in character, the Owen Avatar "calmly" started a new conversation. "Miss Daphne, you seem to know the Demoness Sect's saintesses well?"
Daphne wanted a distraction too, so she answered without much thought. "Yes... When Roselle overthrew the Soren Family and seized power, the Blue Saintess and Green Saintess of the Demoness Sect supported him from behind the scenes.
"Our Secret Order was also working with Roselle under President Zaratul's leadership. So I collaborated with them many times. We knew