Baron Avister's expression froze slightly, then he waved his hand and laughed dismissively, "Invitation? Hahaha, love needs no invitation! My heart is my pass; tonight, I wish to personally offer the most passionate—"
"Please leave."
The steward remained expressionless and, before he could do anything more embarrassing, directly had the guards "gently" escort him outside.
Although Baron Avister had Extraordinary Power, he was wise enough not to use it.
Otherwise, he would undoubtedly look even more foolish, especially since every noble here was endowed with Extraordinary Power.
Seeing Baron Avister being thrown out, the guests burst into laughter as if witnessing a thrilling clown performance.
"This guy really doesn't know his limits, thinking Miss Mia is like those inexperienced human won on the surface?"
"He sure is confident, but unfortunately, in front of the Padric Family, 'passion' alone isn't enough; one also needs to be 'important'."
"Stop joking, winning over Miss Mia's heart is the key."
"Haha, foolish."
"Who the hell are you calling foolish?!"
The two were originally having a polite argunt, but it escalated into a fight, with both glaring angrily.
However, this was quite common in Hell.
In Hell, etiquette is observed when it's due, but when it cos to argunts, actions speak louder than words.
As for the boundary, it's rather flexible.
Demons also tailor their actions to the individual.
Amid the laughter, the banquet continued without breaking its joyful atmosphere despite the two guests with bruised noses and swollen faces.
anwhile, in the dressing room, Mia sat in front of the mirror, admiring her carefully arranged make-up.
The burgundy gown perfectly outlined her elegant yet alluring figure, complenting her pink locks beautifully.
Mia's lips curved slightly upwards, ignoring the commotion outside, treating it as nothing more than the buzz of mosquitoes.
Without much thought, it was probably so fool making a spectacle.
These boring circus acts happened every year; she had seen them all since childhood and was no longer surprised.
"As expected of ... haha, what a sinful woman."
Gently hooking her finger under her chin, Mia gazed at herself in the mirror, growing more enamored with her reflection. Her heart-shaped pupils shimred with a faint intoxication, as if she could already envision certain pretentious individuals being overwheld by her beauty.
"Hehehe... Royan, now do you see how blessed you are... haha!"
She fantasized about Royan's shifty eyes, rapid breathing, and even blushingly confessing to her at the banquet, exchanging her gown for a wedding dress while a pesky vampire could only crouch in a corner, gnawing on his fingernails in jealousy...
She couldn't help but let her lips curve into a 45-degree smile, which she couldn't suppress.
But then again, if he really did that, how should she respond? Should she pretend to be shy and play hard to get, or mischievously tease him a bit? Or perhaps...
She raised her hand, lightly pressing it against her lips, smiling ever more joyfully.
"What a delight..."
Simply delicious!
The maid standing beside her didn't dare to breathe, carefully controlling her breathing and trying to minimize her presence, fearing the lady would notice soone else was there...
...
As Miss Mia finished her make-up, more guests arrived, and the festive atmosphere within the estate grew more intense.
In the midst of the crowd, a black carriage slowly stopped at the entrance of the Padric Family's estate.
After the carriage ca to a halt, a servant respectfully opened the door, and a hand clad in a black glove rested on the door fra as a tall figure elegantly stepped out.
So as not to disappoint Miss Mia, Royan had unusually donned formal wear, attire he rarely put on.
It was a well-tailored black tailcoat, accompanied by a red-and-black striped scarf tie, with a pin adorning the spot below the collar.
His already handso appearance, topped with the appropriate attire, added an air of composure to his deanor. His deep gaze calmly swept over the surroundings, his undeniable aura attracting glances from many of Demon City's elites.
Human nobles disliked showy individuals, but it was quite the opposite in Hell—those who carried a presence not inferior to a Diamond with Bronze-level strength were favored; introverts were just targets for bullies, fit to sit at the goblins' table.
And despite Royan's 'Silver Level' strength, he dared to take on the tasks the Dragon family wouldn't touch, and boldly fought head-on with a young man from the Dragon family—qualities greatly admired by most demons.
It was for these reasons that when he entered the venue, his high-spirited figure and cool yet graceful deanor imdiately heated the eyes of the surrounding noble ladies, who whispered among themselves. So of the ladies even covered their laughter with fans, casting at him discreet yet blunt glances.
"Is that the Demon King of Thunder County?"
"I've heard tales about him, and he looks more… striking than the rumors suggest."
"If only I could invite him for a dance."
"Forget it, your opponent is none other than Miss Padric. Don't you understand why he returned to Demon City now?"
"Tsk, honestly, compared to Miss Padric, I find Miss Colin more difficult to deal with. That little maniac once thrashed just because I made two comnts about her behind her back."
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