Chapter 447: Masquerade Ball (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"Mr. Tuoman, would you like to join us for breakfast? I have prepared South Innis crown cocoa..."

The next day.

Early in the morning, after Aaron got up, he saw the Remington couple waiting in the living room.

Ever since the events of last night, their attitude toward him could almost be described as fawning.

Well, that he preferred cocoa over coffee was also something he had mentioned in passing during breakfast yesterday.

A helpless, bitter smile appeared on his face: "I can... but please don't ask again. Haven't I already explained? It was just an accident!"

'Or... a body double for the princess?'

"A private tailor shop in the Queen's District?"

Aaron arrived at the entrance, presented his invitation, and was then ushered into the banquet hall.

Looking at the decadent scene of wine and meat, he sat on a sofa, crossed his legs, swirled a glass of wine in his hand, and a hint of a smile curled the corners of his mouth.

"I have already proven my identity."

The two walked into a room with excellent secrecy and soundproofing, and the young girl locked the door immediately.

"Yes, I can guarantee that even a single button on that sample garment is worth more than your most expensive evening gown."

"I pray for your favor, I pray for your grace, I pray for you to make this area 'Secret'!"

There were many private rooms here, specially prepared for noble men and women having affairs.

Among them, a girl in a Silver Mask with white-gold long hair, wearing a bright dance dress and a pair of transparent wings on her back, received the most preferential treatment, as if she were the moon surrounded by stars.

'Regardless, if Lord Fanier is hiding this kind of thing in his home, the Church will surely burn his entire family if they find out.'

The pleasant atmosphere did not last long before the doorbell rang.

The three of them ate breakfast together, and Mr. Remington kept boasting about his son, as if hinting at something.

"That monster in Mitra Palace, it should have died long ago!" A flash of hatred crossed Princess Sophia's face.

Yousain acted quickly; after returning, he arranged a chance encounter, brought Aaron into the line of sight of a certain noble, and then logically obtained an invitation.

Aaron muttered.

The leader was an old man with his hair groomed meticulously, possessing more poise than a noble: "I am Jenkins, the owner of Jenkins Private Tailor Shop in the Queen's District."

Taking advantage of the moment when the attention of the ball was drawn to that princess, Aaron easily reached the second floor of the banquet hall.

'Although it is a masquerade ball, in reality, acquaintances can still guess who is who... not to mention, this is a supernatural world.'

Upon reaching the second floor, a masked girl in a maid's outfit was immediately waiting; she came to Aaron's side and lowered her voice.

Aaron glanced at her; this 'Keeper of Secrets' had a blurred face, wore a gray robe, had a curvaceous figure, and was surrounded by decorations resembling the History Mist.

"Yes... according to the agreement, I have come to deal with the 'Son of Dawn'!" Aaron sighed.

"You are the recorder of Secret History, the witness of all histories, the guardian of Secrecy!"

This was the consistent image of Empire soldiers.

Mr. Remington also lowered his voice to reply.

Regardless of gender, the people in the crowd were all dressed in strange costumes and wearing masks; at first glance, it was indeed difficult to recognize who was who.

After dismissing Jenkins and the others, Aaron looked at the Remington couple, whose eyes were shining, and waved his hand: "If I said I knew absolutely nothing about the princess, that it was an accident... would you believe me?"

Since it was a masquerade ball, there was naturally an element of 'role-playing', and there was a strong atmosphere of military Glory in Invis, so playing a soldier was undoubtedly a very popular trend.

Mr. Remington's face flushed red: "Just by camping out at a high-end restaurant in the Queen's District, you were able to meet a noble and forge a friendship; you are too amazing... no, Mr. Tuoman, you were born to be in that circle."

"Okay, okay, I know."

That one must be Princess Sophia.

There was scrutiny, suspicion, and gravity in her eyes... she was too mature for a young girl.

Aaron changed into the formal wear sent by Jenkins' tailor shop—a black boat-shaped hat, a red uniform with a stand-up collar, white leather trousers, high-top leather boots, and a decorative sword hanging at his waist.

"Follow me!"

Behind the oil painting, a shrine was set up, upon which were the symbols and statues representing the 'Keeper of Secrets'.

Accompanied by the Prayer in the Spirit World Language, Aaron suddenly felt an inexplicable power lingering within the room.

On the other side, the tailor Jenkins had already noted down Aaron's measurements, bowed, and took his leave: "Then, I shall return to prepare... Also, that lord asked me to tell Mr. Tuoman that the Empire's brightest pearl—Princess Sophia—will also be attending this ball, so please do not be impolite... If you need an etiquette teacher, I can provide a recommendation."

Outside Lord Fanier's mansion, high-end carriages of nobles were already parked full.

Aaron smiled evasively.

And everything that happened would be strictly 'kept secret', isolating all divination and probing.

Immediately, she pulled open the oil painting on the wall.

"Just good luck."

Even if one were to chant the honorific names of other deities in this room, they would no longer be able to hear it.

A thought flashed through Aaron's mind, and he saw the girl take off her mask and pray devoutly: "I hereby beseech the 'Keeper of Secrets'!"

Mrs. Remington went to open the door, and then saw a group of people pouring in.

"Is this... the authority of 'Secrecy'?"

"In any case, you have already obtained that ticket."

Aaron put on a Silver Mask and stepped off the carriage.

"We don't seem to have any guests with appointments."

Mrs. Remington lowered her voice and whispered into her husband's ear: "Is that the legendary high-end custom luxury shop that only provides door-to-door service for nobles?"

As Jenkins spoke, he had the maid beside him pick up a clothing rack, on which was a complete set of formal wear.

The day of the ball.

"Hmm? The Keeper of Secrets is actually a female figure? This is my first time seeing a statue of Her."

"No need."

After all, high society may seem refined and luxurious... but behind closed doors, it is just like that.

At this moment, the young girl turned around, revealing her delicate cheeks and eyes tinged with purple: "Are you that person?"

Once a group of people entered, they immediately attracted the attention of the entire ball.

His eyes seemed to hold a ruler as he sized up Aaron: "Mr. Tuoman... under the orders of a certain noble, I have come to prepare your evening attire. This ball is a masquerade... what style would you like? Gentlemanly? Military?"

"Forgive my bluntness, but why would His Majesty the Emperor make this decision?" Aaron was curious, so he asked directly.

"Does killing that monster require a reason?" Princess Sophia countered with a question.

(End of this chapter)