The gentlemen and ladies nearby were deeply surprised to see the protagonist of the ball so readily accept Viscount Beldan's "invitation."
Everyone knew that in Loen, it was not considered rude for guests at a dinner party or ball to leave the hall and enter the garden. After all, taking a stroll beneath the moon and breathing in the fragrant night breeze was a refined thing to do. However, it often also meant a tryst.
Usually, the man and woman would tacitly arrange to "bump into each other" in the garden. Who would "invite" someone so directly like this?
This ungentlemanly behavior was more in line with the ball traditions of Intis and Feynapotter... It was said that Viscount Beldan had lived in Trier for some time. Could he have picked up this habit there?
But Miss Angie shouldn't have accepted... As expected, no matter how dignified an illegitimate daughter was, she still lacked a complete aristocratic education.
As they watched the two leave, some of the guests couldn't help whispering among themselves. They didn't dare offend Abner, so most of them directed their discussion toward "Amon."
And these idle rumors, no matter how quietly spoken, couldn't escape Abner and Amon's senses. Naturally, they heard every word.
Abner clearly saw the so-called Miss Angie Loveland curl up the corners of her mouth.
By then, the two had already entered the depths of the garden. Abner stopped and frowned as he asked, "You 'left me a message' to arrange this meeting before. What exactly did you want?"
Amon chuckled at his words and answered the question with one of his own: "Since they're badmouthing me behind my back, it shouldn't be too much if I scare them a little later, right?"
Abner wasn't in a hurry. While keeping up his full