The people have been found and the banquet has just begun, so don't approach too hastily.
It was obvious that Marcel was not enjoying the party or wanting to socialize with anyone.
The atmosphere was that they came because they were invited and couldn't refuse.
As Simone was secretly watching her, pretending to drink a beverage, she heard a frivolous voice behind her.
"Boss, are you here?”
Count Chaylor. He quickly changed his title and stood before her in a very flashy outfit, smiling brightly.
Simone glared at him, frowning irritably.
“What are you doing?”
“Yes?”
“What’s my title? Boss? What if other people find out?”
Count Chaylor's eyes were half dead.
No, you used to tell me to call you boss in front of everyone else, but now you're making a fuss about not calling you that in front of everyone else.
What do you want me to do?
But Simone paid no attention to his expression and instead pointed at Lady Marcel with her drink-holding hand.
“Is that her? Her name is Marcel.”
Count Chaylor glanced at Marcel and his eyes widened.
“How did you know?”
She doesn't wear flashy clothes and has a very beautiful appearance, but her dark impression compensates for it, so it wouldn't be easy to find Lady Marcel just by looking at her appearance.
Simone said with a sly smile.
“I can tell just by looking at it.”
There's quite a scene going on around her. It's a shame that she's the only one who sees it.
Simone gently pushed Count Chaylor's back.
“Go and say hello. Let’s have a nice chat until I get there.”
“Ahem! Yes. But please come quickly. Young Lady Marcel is a very quiet person. It’s not easy to lead a conversation.”
Count Chaylor cleared his throat and turned to Marcel.
Simone sat on a chair under the window of the banquet hall, quietly watching them and sipping her drink.
'If you're done with this, I'll join naturally.'
But Simone couldn't do that.
“You are the necromancer of the rumors!”
“It is an honor to see you here, hero.”
“Ah...Yes. Nice to meet you.”
Three or four noblemen approached Simone and spoke to her.
While everyone was chatting and dancing, she was just sitting there blankly, sipping her drink, so it was only natural that nobles would come up to her, waiting for a chance to talk to her.
“Haha! I can’t believe that the day has come in my life when I will see the Necromancer in person. I apologize if my gaze was unpleasant earlier. It was just so amazing.”
“Hello, hero. My name is Dios, the eldest son of the Marquis of Cran. May I ask your name?”
“Oh, my name is Simone.”
Simone had no choice but to look away from Marcel and Count Chaylor.
Even if it is a banquet for a specific purpose, it is natural to have a certain level of courtesy and conversation in a place like this.
Simone looked at the nobles before her eyes.
Dios Cran of the Marquis of Cran, and next to him is Dailey, the second daughter of the House of Syston. The two of them looked to be around the same age as Simone, or maybe a year or two older, and Countess Grace, who came with them, was a middle-aged woman, older than the Grand Duke of Illeston.
These are the people who were looking at her like she was a rhino at a zoo. They looked at Simone in wonder and eventually found the opportunity to talk to her.
“Is it okay if I talk to you for a moment? Actually, I’ve been wanting to talk to you, Simone, for a while now.”
“Just for a little while.”
“Oh, did we interrupt your alone time?”
“I’m sorry. But could you please stay with us for a little while? It would be an honor to be able to pay tribute to our hero.”
They seemed very accustomed to these social parties and were able to easily carry on a conversation with Simone, who they were seeing for the first time.
“I heard you like the view from the garden. Next time, I will invite you to my mansion. It has the most beautiful garden in the Luan Empire.”
“Oh, yes. Please...”
“You promised. I would like to hear Simone’s story. I like hearing the life stories of people I respect.”
“Count, would you be able to invite us then?”
“That’s right. We would also like to hear Simone’s story. If it’s not rude to you, Hero, we would like to have more conversations in the future.”
Simone didn't mean to be rude, but it did bother her a little.
'I can't see a single one.'
Although they were somehow responding to the conversation that was continuing quite amicably, in fact, all her attention was focused on Lady Marcel and Count Chaylor behind them.
There's no Geneon here, so there's no one to watch over them.
“Oh, Simone, you are here!”
“Haha, would you like to join the conversation?”
The nobles gathered around Simone, unaware of her yearning heart.
'There's no Louis yet.'
Normally, when something like this happens, Louis would have been quick to notice and come to help, but because he is the Crown Prince, he ends up showing up later than the other nobles.
So now there is someone who can help me...
“Excuse me. What are you talking about?”
Huh? Ohh...
Simone smiled with relief. Yes, she had someone here to help her besides Louis.
The nobles turned their heads at the sudden voice and stepped back in surprise.
“Ah, Your Highness the Grand Duke and the Grand Duchess, aren’t you?”
The friendly atmosphere suddenly turned strangely awkward.
It was the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess of Illeston.
After all, the people of Illeston House, who have been surrounded by various strange rumors until recently, are more difficult and awkward to approach than the necromancers, who are distant beings that they only heard of in legends.
But they can't ignore the Grand Duke and his wife who have approached them.
“Your Excellency, it’s nice to meet you. I thought it would be nice to say hello at least once-”
“Nice to meet you. I’m sorry, but I hope you don’t burden this child too much. She doesn’t really like being surrounded by people.”
“Ah, is that so... Then, how is Your Excellency?”
Fortunately, the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess of Illestone joined the conversation, and the attention previously focused on Simone shifted to the two of them.
Thanks to this, Simone was able to escape from the nobles and head to her destination.
“Haha... Hehe... I may be annoying, but I’m here because I’m really worried about you. If you’re tired, you can have something to drink-”
Meanwhile, Count Chaylor was growing increasingly tired.
'If I had known this would happen, I would have spoken to you sooner!'
Unfortunately, the moment he spoke to Marcel, the nobles rushed to Simone.
Because of that, be don't know how much he's sweating trying to squeeze out every word he can from someone who has nothing to say and doesn't respond well.
No matter how much you are called the black swallow of the social world, is it easy to have a long conversation with someone who doesn't talk much?
So when Countess Grace went to Simone, he took Dios Cran and Dairy Siston with him!
'Please... please hurry up!'
Count Chaylor, who had been having a difficult conversation, or rather, one-sidedly speaking to her, was delighted to see Simone finally escape from the crowd of nobles.
'Boss...'
Simone frowned at the sorrowful expression of the Viscount Chaylor and slowly turned to Marshall.
“Ahem!”
Count Chaylor cleared his throat and waved at Simone.
“Hey! Aren’t you Simone? It’s been a while!”
“...Do you know her?”
When he pretended to know Simone, Marcel, who had seemed extremely bored, showed something close to a response for the first time.
Count Chaylor nodded with a sly smile.
“I happened to know her early on.”
“Your Grace the Count, it’s been a while.”
Simone also followed his words and naturally joined the two and greeted them warmly.
With a detailed smile that she had never shown to Count Chaylor before.
“How have you been?”
“Yes, Simone, thanks to our hero, I am doing very well.”
“Hero? We don’t need such a cumbersome title between us.”
“Haha, is that okay?”
Hahaha, hohohoho. Simone turned her gaze to Marcel from her friendly conversation with Count Chaylor.
“But who is this person?”
Marcel, who had been watching without knowing what to do, cautiously greeted her while flinching.
“Greetings to you, Hero. I am Marcel of House Frey.”
“Ah, I should introduce you.”
Count Chaylor cheekily introduced her.
“I met you at the last social gathering. I was happy to see you, so we chatted for a while.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Simone answered softly, then suddenly changed her expression and stared at Marcel.
Marcel took a step back, fidgeting.
“Ah... Simone, why, why are you doing this to me...”
"Hmm..."
Now, let's get started. She guesses this is the best way to make her feel comfortable talking about what's going on with her.
'I'm a necromancer, not a shaman.'
Simone looked at her for a long time and then said.
“It must have been really hard.”
"...Yes?"
“There are so many evil spirits around. It must have been very difficult for you.”
Marcel looked at Simone with a surprised expression.
“You can’t sleep well, and sometimes you hear strange voices or strange things happen?”
“How... do that...”
Simone pointed at her eyes as if she was meddling.
“Because I can see it. Everything.”
It's a bit different from what a necromancer normally does, but... Well, it's not a scam, Simone said, smiling awkwardly and muttering an excuse to herself.
It was obvious that Marcel was not enjoying the party or wanting to socialize with anyone.
The atmosphere was that they came because they were invited and couldn't refuse.
As Simone was secretly watching her, pretending to drink a beverage, she heard a frivolous voice behind her.
"Boss, are you here?”
Count Chaylor. He quickly changed his title and stood before her in a very flashy outfit, smiling brightly.
Simone glared at him, frowning irritably.
“What are you doing?”
“Yes?”
“What’s my title? Boss? What if other people find out?”
Count Chaylor's eyes were half dead.
No, you used to tell me to call you boss in front of everyone else, but now you're making a fuss about not calling you that in front of everyone else.
What do you want me to do?
But Simone paid no attention to his expression and instead pointed at Lady Marcel with her drink-holding hand.
“Is that her? Her name is Marcel.”
Count Chaylor glanced at Marcel and his eyes widened.
“How did you know?”
She doesn't wear flashy clothes and has a very beautiful appearance, but her dark impression compensates for it, so it wouldn't be easy to find Lady Marcel just by looking at her appearance.
Simone said with a sly smile.
“I can tell just by looking at it.”
There's quite a scene going on around her. It's a shame that she's the only one who sees it.
Simone gently pushed Count Chaylor's back.
“Go and say hello. Let’s have a nice chat until I get there.”
“Ahem! Yes. But please come quickly. Young Lady Marcel is a very quiet person. It’s not easy to lead a conversation.”
Count Chaylor cleared his throat and turned to Marcel.
Simone sat on a chair under the window of the banquet hall, quietly watching them and sipping her drink.
'If you're done with this, I'll join naturally.'
But Simone couldn't do that.
“You are the necromancer of the rumors!”
“It is an honor to see you here, hero.”
“Ah...Yes. Nice to meet you.”
Three or four noblemen approached Simone and spoke to her.
While everyone was chatting and dancing, she was just sitting there blankly, sipping her drink, so it was only natural that nobles would come up to her, waiting for a chance to talk to her.
“Haha! I can’t believe that the day has come in my life when I will see the Necromancer in person. I apologize if my gaze was unpleasant earlier. It was just so amazing.”
“Hello, hero. My name is Dios, the eldest son of the Marquis of Cran. May I ask your name?”
“Oh, my name is Simone.”
Simone had no choice but to look away from Marcel and Count Chaylor.
Even if it is a banquet for a specific purpose, it is natural to have a certain level of courtesy and conversation in a place like this.
Simone looked at the nobles before her eyes.
Dios Cran of the Marquis of Cran, and next to him is Dailey, the second daughter of the House of Syston. The two of them looked to be around the same age as Simone, or maybe a year or two older, and Countess Grace, who came with them, was a middle-aged woman, older than the Grand Duke of Illeston.
These are the people who were looking at her like she was a rhino at a zoo. They looked at Simone in wonder and eventually found the opportunity to talk to her.
“Is it okay if I talk to you for a moment? Actually, I’ve been wanting to talk to you, Simone, for a while now.”
“Just for a little while.”
“Oh, did we interrupt your alone time?”
“I’m sorry. But could you please stay with us for a little while? It would be an honor to be able to pay tribute to our hero.”
They seemed very accustomed to these social parties and were able to easily carry on a conversation with Simone, who they were seeing for the first time.
“I heard you like the view from the garden. Next time, I will invite you to my mansion. It has the most beautiful garden in the Luan Empire.”
“Oh, yes. Please...”
“You promised. I would like to hear Simone’s story. I like hearing the life stories of people I respect.”
“Count, would you be able to invite us then?”
“That’s right. We would also like to hear Simone’s story. If it’s not rude to you, Hero, we would like to have more conversations in the future.”
Simone didn't mean to be rude, but it did bother her a little.
'I can't see a single one.'
Although they were somehow responding to the conversation that was continuing quite amicably, in fact, all her attention was focused on Lady Marcel and Count Chaylor behind them.
There's no Geneon here, so there's no one to watch over them.
“Oh, Simone, you are here!”
“Haha, would you like to join the conversation?”
The nobles gathered around Simone, unaware of her yearning heart.
'There's no Louis yet.'
Normally, when something like this happens, Louis would have been quick to notice and come to help, but because he is the Crown Prince, he ends up showing up later than the other nobles.
So now there is someone who can help me...
“Excuse me. What are you talking about?”
Huh? Ohh...
Simone smiled with relief. Yes, she had someone here to help her besides Louis.
The nobles turned their heads at the sudden voice and stepped back in surprise.
“Ah, Your Highness the Grand Duke and the Grand Duchess, aren’t you?”
The friendly atmosphere suddenly turned strangely awkward.
It was the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess of Illeston.
After all, the people of Illeston House, who have been surrounded by various strange rumors until recently, are more difficult and awkward to approach than the necromancers, who are distant beings that they only heard of in legends.
But they can't ignore the Grand Duke and his wife who have approached them.
“Your Excellency, it’s nice to meet you. I thought it would be nice to say hello at least once-”
“Nice to meet you. I’m sorry, but I hope you don’t burden this child too much. She doesn’t really like being surrounded by people.”
“Ah, is that so... Then, how is Your Excellency?”
Fortunately, the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess of Illestone joined the conversation, and the attention previously focused on Simone shifted to the two of them.
Thanks to this, Simone was able to escape from the nobles and head to her destination.
“Haha... Hehe... I may be annoying, but I’m here because I’m really worried about you. If you’re tired, you can have something to drink-”
Meanwhile, Count Chaylor was growing increasingly tired.
'If I had known this would happen, I would have spoken to you sooner!'
Unfortunately, the moment he spoke to Marcel, the nobles rushed to Simone.
Because of that, be don't know how much he's sweating trying to squeeze out every word he can from someone who has nothing to say and doesn't respond well.
No matter how much you are called the black swallow of the social world, is it easy to have a long conversation with someone who doesn't talk much?
So when Countess Grace went to Simone, he took Dios Cran and Dairy Siston with him!
'Please... please hurry up!'
Count Chaylor, who had been having a difficult conversation, or rather, one-sidedly speaking to her, was delighted to see Simone finally escape from the crowd of nobles.
'Boss...'
Simone frowned at the sorrowful expression of the Viscount Chaylor and slowly turned to Marshall.
“Ahem!”
Count Chaylor cleared his throat and waved at Simone.
“Hey! Aren’t you Simone? It’s been a while!”
“...Do you know her?”
When he pretended to know Simone, Marcel, who had seemed extremely bored, showed something close to a response for the first time.
Count Chaylor nodded with a sly smile.
“I happened to know her early on.”
“Your Grace the Count, it’s been a while.”
Simone also followed his words and naturally joined the two and greeted them warmly.
With a detailed smile that she had never shown to Count Chaylor before.
“How have you been?”
“Yes, Simone, thanks to our hero, I am doing very well.”
“Hero? We don’t need such a cumbersome title between us.”
“Haha, is that okay?”
Hahaha, hohohoho. Simone turned her gaze to Marcel from her friendly conversation with Count Chaylor.
“But who is this person?”
Marcel, who had been watching without knowing what to do, cautiously greeted her while flinching.
“Greetings to you, Hero. I am Marcel of House Frey.”
“Ah, I should introduce you.”
Count Chaylor cheekily introduced her.
“I met you at the last social gathering. I was happy to see you, so we chatted for a while.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Simone answered softly, then suddenly changed her expression and stared at Marcel.
Marcel took a step back, fidgeting.
“Ah... Simone, why, why are you doing this to me...”
"Hmm..."
Now, let's get started. She guesses this is the best way to make her feel comfortable talking about what's going on with her.
'I'm a necromancer, not a shaman.'
Simone looked at her for a long time and then said.
“It must have been really hard.”
"...Yes?"
“There are so many evil spirits around. It must have been very difficult for you.”
Marcel looked at Simone with a surprised expression.
“You can’t sleep well, and sometimes you hear strange voices or strange things happen?”
“How... do that...”
Simone pointed at her eyes as if she was meddling.
“Because I can see it. Everything.”
It's a bit different from what a necromancer normally does, but... Well, it's not a scam, Simone said, smiling awkwardly and muttering an excuse to herself.
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