The face of the man who had landed on the terrace, was covered with the black mask Chief Reinhardt was wearing.
Eun-woo was so shocked that she almost shouted in fear.
Wasn't it him who suddenly disappeared right after meeting her? Therefore what would be the reason why the clown was wearing the black mask he was wearing?
There were wrinkles in her forehead while focusing om the man's mask.
'This was definitely the mask I saw earlier, however this was absolutely not the Chief Reinhardt.'
Observing the clown closely, Eun-woo was convinced.
Aside from the man's physique, his flashing blue soft coat was clearly a new outfit. Above all, Chief Reinhardt wouldn't dress up as a clown in front of people like that.
Then, it was the moment. People who were happily watching and in front of Eun-woo, took a step back, breathing in fear, including the young ladies.
Eun-woo pulled her head out and looked ahead, wondering what was going on. The man in the black mask came out as if he was looking for someone through the crowds flocking in the terrace.
The man looked around. While Eun-woo was keeping a close eye on his unconventional clown outfit, the clown was already overtaking people, approaching her.
"Eleanor…!"
It was then. At the moment, Selena reached out to her and shouted. However, even before hearing her voice, Eun-woo opened her eyes wide, feeling that her one hand was suddenly lifted.
"Ah…!"
The clown with a black mask, who had no choice but to pass through the crowd and approached her, kissed the back of her hand.
The clown was taller than she expected, and the posture he had shown was bent considerably to kiss her hand.
But the man didn't budge. Eun-woo also could feel the eyes of people who were hooked on the scene in front of them while her hand was being kissed by the clown.
She saw Selena, who seemed to have lost her words due to anxiety and shock at the things happening right in front of her. And next to her were other ladies who bite their lips, held back their laughter, came into Eun-woo's sight. Others were busy scrambling to see the clown and Lady Miller on Selena's side as if they were a rare sight.
Eun-woo, who seemed to be unable to say any more, shouted in shock.
"This! Wh-what do you think you're doin? Put it down…!"
But the man, disguised as a clown, didn't even pretend to hear it.
Her blood rushed up to her head with embarrassment and shame. In front of everyone's gazes, Eun-woo's face turned explicitly red. She tried to escape from the man, who had lifted her up in the air, but her face was reddened with embarrassment.
Eun-woo shouted, hitting the side of the clown who was not thinking of dropping her off.
"Wa, wait, put me down and let's talk…!"
"…. It's lamenting."
Eun-woo soon doubted her ears. The clown, who had been insistently silent for a while, finally opened his mouth and spoke.
She had heard an unimaginable voice. It was like an aesthetic picture she was sightseeing. His voice that was flowing from his mouth was very great. He looked at her with his rabbit eyes, acting cute. It was her first time hearing his voice.
Eun-woo felt the man in the black mask glancing toward her.
"How long has it been since I've seen you, and you forgot my voice?"
"Pardon…?"
Eun-woo, Selena, Count Briton, and everyone gathered around him, were paying attention to what he said to Eun-woo. The clown complained as if he was translating a line from an opera, with his changed voice.
"Where's my sister who sent me to the battlefield with tears, saying she'd be waiting for me?! Are you just pretending that you don't know me?"
'No way…!'
An ominous hunch swept through her spine. Eun-woo found herself sweating.
And while closely attached to the man's side, she pilled her head up and asked him a question.
"Who are you?"
The man let out a breath. The man opened his mouth with his pained voice.
"How long has it been since I left the house? Did you forget my voice?"
"Yes, yes….?"
"Huung! How can I even beat you?! I sent you letters day by day, yet you never replied at least once. I didn't know you'd forgotten about my voice!"
Eun-woo opened her mouth wide. Not only her, but also others looked a little surprised and watched the marquis spirit attached to the black mask.
'This crazy guy is definitely…'
Eun-woo, who had just met this black masked man, felt like her head was collapsing. As if it had met a typhoon right after realizing.
'Haha, no way.'
Eun-woo smiled in vain to erase the ominous thoughts which came to her mind.
The black mask, which did not care about her attitude, gave her a quick drop.
Suddenly, when her feet touched the ground, she stumbled, and turned around as if the man were dancing while holding her arm.
"Kyaaaa!"
Eun-woo screamed. Her body, which had been turned around as he led, had resulted from her skirt fluttering, creating a picturesque production.
The black mask caught her falling quickly and held her in his own arms. He also supported her head and bent her back completely to make the last movement of the tango dance.
At that particular sight, the people around them, as well as the gurneys and clowns, stopped performing and looked at them in unison.
Tuk.
Her white mask which covered her face, slowly fell on the ground. Upon noticing it, she realized that the man's face was inching to her, and she was left stunned.
As soon as the mask of an unfamiliar man was about to touch her cheek, a roar was heard somewhere. Her body fell off the black mask, and in an instant, she was lifted up again by someone.
"You darn punk! What the heck is this!"
Eun-woo felt her dizzy eyes, widening at the familiar voice hitting her ears. The reassuring power of the man holding her in his arms was not unfamiliar at all.
Eun-woo looked at the silver masked man, whom she was wondering where he went. The man was holding her tightly, and he felt like she was about to cry.
'Tashian…!'
Tashian, who took her out of the hand of a black mask, safely put her on the floor, and looked at her face with an urgent voice.
"Are you okay? Are you not hurt?"
Eun-woo cried and nodded hard at his touch, felt on her cheek.
The silver mask, which confirmed that she was fine, approached the man straight without a break and grabbed the man by his collar.
"You punk…! Finally, this hoe should be punished!"
"Ack! Hold on! Hold on! Let go of your hand!"
As soon as she got out of the black masked man, Eun-woo, who approached Selena, was taken aback at Tashian's momentum, and immediately stopped him.
"Wa, wait a minute! He's–…!"
People gathered to watch the fight in the middle of the ballroom. Thanks to the man in the black mask, the crowd that had already gathered was so big that it could no longer ease. Guards who heard the disturbance from afar were running with long spears armed.
However, no matter how many people gathered around them, Tashian didn't care and grabbed the man's collar, shaking it back and forth.
"Ack! Tashian! Let go of this and let's talk!"
"It's noisy! You punk…! Tell us where you suddenly appeared?"
"Tashian! Let go of him! That person is–…!"
At that time, the surrounding area quickly became quiet. Eun-woo looked back, feeling a chilly gaze.
"…. What kind of commotion is this?"
A man wearing a shining golden mask was leisurely approaching through a crowded area. People bowed politely and shoved their way for him, as if the perception was splitting wherever he stepped.
Eun-woo swallowed her dry saliva when she saw the sharp blades in the hands of the soldiers standing behind Ikshid in a flash.
Ikshid, who threw off his golden mask, often spoke with a face of surprise.
"…. I came here because I heard there was a large performance group that had performed unauthorized performances at my banquet. Lord, you were part of it, too."
Then, the hand of Tashian, which was shaking the man by his collar, stopped for a very short time in the air.
"Your Highness! This guy… No, this Lord…!"
"Put him down first and talk about it. What kind of fuss is this in the middle of the ball?"
Ikshid gave attention to the black mask in the Duke's hand and Eun-woo, who was stopping the two as if meddling in the center. Soon, as if he knew what was going on, he pressed his forehead with a very deep sigh. He ordered after a little silence.
"… Stop, and put him down."
"… Please take it back."
At that time, the black mask held in the grip of the silver masked man began to struggle with a gulp.
"Argh! Are you really going to kill me, Tashian? Let go of my collar?!"
Eun-woo guessed that he had changed his mind when he saw Ikshid's eyes grow bigger when he heard the voice of a black mask. Ikshid wriggled his eyebrows and quickly ordered them.
"Hold the Duke for a second."
"Your Majesty? Are you really doing this to me? Put him down, Tashian!"
The people surrounding them as if they were in an ice circle were busy exchanging their eyes and gossiping.
There were only three people in Hellasium who could openly call that duke's name in public. One of them was Crown Prince Ikshid, with his head down in front of them and his hand pointing, and the other was Emperor Fedellamon I, who was lying in bed. And the other person is....
"Diego."
Ikshid, who pressed down on his temple and pressed down his anger, muttered softly. Upon hearing the prince's words, the people around him exclaimed.
Ikshid raised one hand and gestured away the soldiers pulling the blade out of the sheathe toward the Duke and the Black Mask.
"Take off the mask."
As soon as his words fell, one of the soldiers used the end of sword to drop the black mask. The black mask fell on the floor making a thud sound.
And Eun-woo exclaimed a small exclamation, thinking that the surroundings seemed to be shining brightly at that moment.
The black net hanging on the mask fell together, and the honey-colored hair covered by the mask gently fell down. Thanks to the thick mask, sweat was formed on the forehead, but even that revealed the face of a gorgeous handsome man who looked very attractive.
Eun-woo has never seen such a beautiful person in her life. Like herself, she could notice that the people around her were all looking at Marquis Miller with their mouths open.
Eleanor's brother, Marquis Diego Miller, opened his mouth toward them and laughed.
"Hello, everyone. It's been a while."
He still greeted the Duke by calling out the names of the people around him one by one. He knew not only his sister, but also the title and name of the Crown Prince Ikshid, the attendants next to him, and the crowded aristocrats.
At the end, even Selena, the Wellwood's daughter, showed the novelty of recognizing him.
After greeting all the needed name, Diego finally turned his head and looked at the silver mask that grabbed him by the collar.
"Oh, of course I shouldn't forget you. Tashian."