The luncheon began promptly at ten in the morning. Although it was sowhat early, the reception inevitably required so pleasantries exchanged before the guests settled at the table while waiting for the dishes to be served. By the ti this entire process had taken place, it was almost al ti.
Shiller descended the stairs at exactly ten o'clock. The living room was already gathering so people, each dressed in a black suit complented by a dark gray tie. Their attire was void of any tallic adornnt, which made them blend perfectly with the ambiance of the entire mansion.
Shiller, clad in a dark brown three-piece suit with a deep blue paisley-patterned silk tie, had a striking golden hummingbird brooch dazzling from the pocket square of his suit – standing out among the crowd like a peacock in full display.
The crowd's expressions turned slightly peculiar. If one were to describe them, they seed to be containing schadenfreude. It was as if they held a mutual secret and were delighting in the anticipation of seeing an unsuspecting individual take a considerable fall.
Shiller did not make eye contact with any of them. Instead, he walked straight over to the dining room entrance of the living room, taking a quick glance inside, before turning his attention to the butler at the door.
Soon afterwards, Beihan ca downstairs. He was dressed in a dark blue suit with a dark gold tie, embellished with a small emblem in the middle. Unfortunately, it was just the emblem of a seagull, not a bat.
He had taken off his face mask, his hair falling in front of his forehead. His facial stubble was not entirely clean-shaven but intentionally left sparse. He hadn't straightened his collar perfectly. Overall, his look leaned towards casual formal wear, showcasing a youthful and fashionable flair.
The atmosphere was now thick with the crowd's schadenfreude.
However, when Batman from the Pri Universe and Natasha walked down hand in hand, the room fell eerily silent.
If there was soone who best suited the colour black, it was certainly Batman. The black suit acted as his other suit of armour. The Gotham Dark Knight's intimidating aura remained as potent as ever despite being dressed in formal attire.
He wore a pure black suit, adorned with a similarly black wide tie with dark stripes. His muscles perfectly moulded the suit, and the dominating aura pulsating from his eye gaze sent everyone in the room looking away.
Natasha was wearing slightly conservative gown. Slightly conservative for her usually bold style, at least this dress did not bare her back nor have a plunging neckline. Instead, it was a European-style corseted dress with a large ruffled skirt. With the addition of a shawl, it only revealed a bit of her chest.
However, this did not detract from the allure of the female agent's extrely enticing figure. These conservatively dressed, stern-looking n in the hall were all stealing glances at Natasha under the pretext of studying Batman.
By now, Beihan had walked to a loggia not far from Shiller. He overheard Shiller saying: "So, that's how it is. I misunderstood. In that case, is that boy in the hall your master's son?"
"Yes, that is Young Master Henry. He is the second young master of the Nihelet family. The eldest is Young Master Owen, who is currently unwell. The young lady you saw causing an uproar is Miss Isabel, the third child, and she has a younger sister, Sherlock. These are all the children of the Nihelet Family."
Shiller sighed: "I feel ashad for arriving here in such a rush and not inquiring in detail about the health of your master's son. Otherwise, perhaps I could have called upon my classmates and teachers to help with the diagnosis."
However, at this mont, the butler's expression turned sowhat peculiar. He muttered vaguely, "Of course, there have been several dical experts who already called, but... I didn't an that, sir. You and your friends are people of good faith."
"I don't follow," Shiller said perplexedly, looking at the butler, "Are you suggesting that the elder son's illness is contagious? Although with asures for isolation..."
"No, if it were a contagious disease, Mada would have handled it by now, and wouldn't have invited you over. It is just that..." The butler glanced from left to right, and then, lowering his voice, said, "He may have been frightened by the frightful Miss Isabel, or it could also be possible that..."
At that mont, the voice of the steward echoed from a distance. The butler, sowhat frightened, turned his head to look and then bolted away.
"Quite peculiar, right?" Beihan approached, first sizing up Shiller's attire before jovially quipping, "I never thought your taste for suits would be so unique."
The mont Shiller turned his head, Beihan choked on his words as he noticed a not-so-friendly sentint surfacing within those desolate grey eyes.
However, it quickly vanished, so swiftly that Beihan began doubting whether he had hallucinated. An uncanny instinct made him take half a step back and say, "Apologies, I just wanted to say... nice brooch."
Shiller's expression remained unchanged, but Beihan sensed that the tension in the surrounding atmosphere had eased.
This facade did not seem genuine, thought Beihan. It was as though he was looking at a perfect and resplendent human skin. But if sothing required such a human skin, then what could he be?
An impulsive curiosity led Beihan's heart to quicken its beat. Sensing this through their ability to check heart rates remotely, Batman and Natasha abruptly halted in the hall.
"He's a goner, I tell you." Natasha whispered to Batman, who didn't reject her closeness. The female agent added, "He's grown curious about Shiller. That could very well be his fatal flaw."
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