"My, my, what a handsome young man. Such a distinctive air about him, too. Look at those three girls with him-every one of them looks as though she stepped straight out of a painting. I wonder which families raised such fine young ladies."
The noblewoman who had been talking with Wendy lightly covered the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief. Her eyes followed Greg and his companions toward the back with keen interest as she murmured her admiration to Wendy.
At her words, Wendy snapped out of her brief daze over Greg and his companions.
She immediately composed herself, restoring her gentle, gracious smile, and replied softly:
"Indeed, my lady. That young gentleman and those three young ladies have quite extraordinary bearing. They must come from very distinguished families, or perhaps they are honored guests from afar."
How careless of me. I actually let my mind wander.
Wendy chided herself inwardly.
After all, she had gone to considerable trouble to establish a connection with Countess Margaret, who wielded considerable influence among the noblewomen of Glory City.
The countess was quite interested in the mysterious faith of the Goddess of Night.
Wendy hoped to use her as a stepping stone to quietly sow the seeds of the Goddess of Night's faith within the social circles of the city's noblewomen.
This was her most important task at present, and she should not have let anything unexpected distract her.
Yet the four people who had just entered the restaurant were simply too eye-catching.
Their looks, bearing, and clothing all proclaimed their extraordinary backgrounds.
The blond young man in particular looked quite young, yet possessed an indescribable presence. Even surrounded by three stunning girls, he remained the unmistakable center of attention.
*If... if I could get a chance to meet them and establish