The dancer's graceful steps were like a dance in themselves.
The nobles watched with curious eyes as the dancer walked lightly towards the stage.
But Bridget's expression hardened as she watched that.
'What is that?"
Bridget saw the magi around the dancer move strangely.
And then she saw a hazy mist, something she had never seen before, different from magi, mixing with magi and spreading through the air around the dancer.
To be exact, something that was the opposite of magi came out of the dancer, and as it mixed with magi, it diluted the concentration, and only Bridget could see it as fog.
It spread out and wiggled within the magi like paint spreading across clear water.
"That's strange.'
The dancer knelt down in front of Julian beneath the platform.
The smoky fog surrounded the dancer and then slowly spread toward Julian.
When Julian looked at Chancellor Langston and asked, "What?", the Chancellor chuckled and said loudly enough for everyone to hear.
"Your Majesty, please award a prize to the dancer who prepared an exciting performance."
Meanwhile, the dancer's smoky mist reached the attendant standing closest to Julian.
Bridget saw the servant's gaze change as he looked at the dancer.
The eyes that had once shone with intelligence lost focus. A smile appeared on the expressionless face, and a blush rose.
'She's a person with special abilities.'
As someone with the same ability, Bridget had a feeling.
'Judging by the servant's reaction, it's probably a psychic ability.'
It was clear that she was trying to do something suspicious to Julian.
Bridget hurriedly pushed her way through the crowd and approached Julian.
"Your Majesty."
Julian, who had been looking down at the fat dancer, looked at Bridget.
His attention was always focused on Bridget, so he reacted faster to Bridget's movements than to the Prime Minister's words.
The wine Julian was drinking had just run out.
"I'm going to get up now. Everyone, enjoy yourselves."
Julian said this to the audience and then came down from the stage to escort Bridget.
Then, he gave instructions to the prime minister without thinking.
"I will leave the rest to the Prime Minister."
"Yes? Ah..."
He said that whether you give an award or not, it's up to you.
The prime minister looked at the dancer reflexively.
Then, the dancer nodded her head slightly. It was the moment when the dancer's hazy mist finally covered Julian.
A meaningful smile appeared on the dancer's lips.
It was an ability to dazzle people.
People who felt sexually attracted to a dancer would often become so horny that they would lose their minds and lead her to the bedroom.
A vulnerable partner who was drunk was especially easy to seduce.
The dancer had never met a man who did not feel sexual desire when he saw her beautiful appearance and body.
So Julian will never be able to just pass her by.
The dancer raised her head.
Soon, her gaze turned to him...
"Bridget."
'Uh?'
Didn't reach.
The King took his lover's hand, ignoring the dancer's presence.
The dancer, who had been ordered by the prime minister to seduce Julian, became anxious.
'That can't be!'
There has never been a man whom her powers have not affected.
"Your Majesty...!"
The dancer couldn't believe it, so she unconsciously reached out to Julian and grabbed the hem of his clothes.
No, she tried to grab it.
Gooooooooo
Thud!
"Whoa!"
The dancer's hand flinched helplessly against the hollow black armor.
The dancer suddenly appeared and sat down in fear at the sight of a black monster blocking the way between herself and Julian.
"How dare you."
Only then did Julian look down at the dancer.
The dancer felt goosebumps as she met the red eyes filled with anger.
The King had always been looking somewhere and smiling gently, so she didn't know his expressionless face could be so scary.
The nobles also felt the anger emanating from Julian and shrugged their shoulders in surprise.
The music cut off, and in an instant, the banquet hall froze.
An icy silence descended upon this large crowd.
Only then did the nobles recall Julian's notoriety, which they had briefly forgotten.
Tyrant. Murderer. Devil.
The prime minister, who was flustered by the sudden turn of events, quickly intervened.
"I am sorry, Your Majesty. I am a lowly being, and I acted rashly. Look! How dare you touch His Majesty! I beg your pardon!"
"I'm sorry! Yo, please forgive me..."
The dancer lay flat on her stomach.
Still, Julian's stern expression did not soften.
Then, Bridget put her hand on Julian's side and grabbed his arm.
"Your Majesty."
Bridget whispered in his ear, telling him to calm down. Julian's temper eased a little.
Bridget was there, and there was no reason not to do what she wanted.
Bridget looked down at the dancer.
"I saw exactly what you were trying to do. Tell me right here, right now... what you were trying to do."
The dancer's face turned pale at Bridget's words.
The dancer glanced at the prime minister.
The prime minister was equally embarrassed, and he glared at her and shook his head to try to cover the dancer's mouth.
The dancer had no choice but to lie while trembling.
"That, just I... His Majesty gave me a... award... So... because I wanted to receive the award that was given to me personally, I unconsciously tried to grab His Majesty..."
Bridget's gentle eyes became sharp.
In this crowded place, Julian being punished so harshly just because he tried to touch her wasn't good for him, who needed to renew his image.
So Bridget wanted to give a valid reason.
"I know you have psychic abilities."
"...!"
"You just tried to harm His Majesty."
The dancer was startled.
She never thought Bridget would be able to see her powers with her own eyes.
Because that has never happened before.
So, she guessed that Bridget had found out about her collusion with Chancellor Langston, and in fear, she confessed everything.
"I never intended to harm His Majesty! How could I dare harm His Majesty the King! It is unacceptable!"
The nobles covered their gaping mouths and opened their eyes wide as they listened to the dancer speak while lying flat on her stomach.
Her denial sounded like an affirmation to others.
The dancer tried to harm the King with her supernatural powers!
'That fool!'
The prime minister shouted in a hurry at the dancer's confession pouring out without giving him time to stop it.
"Shut up! Where are you talking nonsense? Hey, take this bitch out and throw her in jail!"
He pretended to be angry and shouted at the guard.
He thought it would be best to drag the dancer out and make her unable to say anything.
But Julian raised his hand to stop him.
"Chancellor Langston."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Bridget is interrogating her."
Julian was telling him not to show off.
In the presence of the people, the power was given to Bridget, not to the prime minister.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
The prime minister bit his lip and stepped back.
Bridget had a lot to think about in that little while.
Looking at the circumstances surrounding the incident, it was clear to anyone that this was the work of Chancellor Langston.
He did something incredibly stupid.
'As the dancer said, she probably didn't mean to harm Julian. She was probably just trying to keep me in check.'
She had no idea this would get this big.
Bridget could also guess that the dancer's abilities weren't all that great.
Not only did the psychic powers not cause physical harm, but their effects on the opponent were minimal.
Perhaps the reason Julian was unaffected by the dancer's abilities was because they didn't suit him.
Bridget looked up at the nobles.
'How should I proceed with this?'
After a brief moment of thought, Bridget asked carefully.
"What did you intend to do to His Majesty? Tell me more about your powers."
"I... I just, just tried to charm His Majesty! It's not that great of an ability! It's just a small ability that I use to increase my affection for you and spend one night with you and get a favor! It doesn't cause any harm!"
If you have that ability, you could use it a little more cleverly, but it's just a peace treat.
Bridget figured out that Chancellor Langston was trying to create conflict with Julian by bringing a woman into his bedroom.
It wasn't just Bridget who saw through it, but many of those gathered there had guessed what the Prime Minister was trying to do.
The nobles soon expected that Bridget would attack the chancellor.
The dancer thought she would throw her in jail and order her to be beaten until she felt better.
But Bridget didn't move as anyone expected.
"Your Majesty, please throw that dancer out of the palace. And just in case, call a doctor to examine her."
The idea was to resolve it as a happening, not a political issue or a political quarrel.
The prime minister looked at Bridget.
Bridget said with her lips.
Look. I gave it to you. Everything.
"..."
The prime minister, with his eyes tightly shut, bowed his head slightly to Bridget.
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