ECHID
'This was a different ball compared to the previous ones, indeed,' his lips twisted in a jolly smile as he watched the noble men and women from where he was sitting at the grand table.
Most of the men were nodding their heads approvingly at the newcomers from another world, while the others are giving them suspicious looks.
On the other hand, most of the ladies were rolling their eyes and obviously chatting about their appearance, while the others seem to want to be friendly with them.
He stood up and fluttered from table to table, wanting to hear their opinions himself.
However, as he did so, he couldn't help but overhear a conversation that grabbed his attention.
"If only Lord Damon did not rebel against the Emperor, the Ministry of Arts would not be as chaotic as it is now. Look at this group, there is not even a sense of solidarity," one of the noble commented while secretly glowering at the tutor who taught the intermission dance.
