(Then, I wouldn't mind erasing this puny root from existence. After all, I'm happy to make 'trouble' for my enemies for causing 'her' tragedy. And what's a better way to pay back some of the debt than triggering a glitch and unbalancing the overreaching tower.) Without looking back, Sarah nonchalantly replied, all the while typing something on the panels.
(You, don't go acting brutish. Otherwise, the consequences are not something anyone can handle, alright? Besides, knowing your trickiness and capability, I doubt even a chamber could suppress you.) The approaching orange-haired woman in her formal attire rubbed her temples at the audacity of her friend.
(Hmph.) In return, Sarah only hmphed and didn't bother to retort back.
(Mama,) seeing the approaching woman, Irish animatedly stood up and hugged her.
(Hey, look, isn't that the young mistress of the Glaze household?)
(You're right, what is she doing here in the audience? Wasn't she supposed to be on stage?)
(Does it matter? Maybe this is our chance to make connections with one of the eight noble households. Come, let's be the first ones to greet her.)
As soon as Jary made her appearance, gossiping began at the nearby tables. Soon, people flooded to greet her.
However, before they could even take two steps, an invincible pressure bore down on their beings, threatening to crush them if they took one step further. They couldn't move, speak, or even react, and could only stumble back to their positions in trepidation.
In the meantime, Sarah's typing slowed down to one keystroke at a time, and her oceanic eyes gleamed chillingly. chilling.
(Stop! Please...) A hand fell on her shoulder, compelling her to withdraw the pressure.
Sarah snorted and returned to focusing on alleviating her boredom.
Meanwhile, Jary breathed a sigh of relief. After all, she knew her friend hates noise and wasn't good with crowds. And she would unhesitatingly destroy those who disturbed her serenity regardless of place or occasion.
After calming down Sarah, Jary turned towards the limited guests who attempted to greet her but left in confusion, not understanding what happened.
(Please forgive me, esteemed guests. My friend here is not good with greetings and formalities. So, please be patient and wait for the event to start. I will make sure to come and greet every one of you in due time.) Jary bowed and apologized.
Receiving her apology, the people who were pressured also came to understand the reasons behind the invisible pressure. Initially, they had perceived Sarah and the others as individuals from a illustrasious background, due to the celestial vibes and untouchable aura surrounding them. However, this did not stop them from stealing glances at them occasionally.
Now, even the young mistress of the Glaze household referred to the adult woman among the four individuals sitting in the corner as a friend. This only heightened their curiosity about the identities of Sarah and the others.
Not only them, but even some of the guests standing at a distance heard the commotion and approached to witness the spectacle.
(Who are these people? Have you heard of them))
(Nope. But I sure bet they come from a prominent background just based on the celestial vibes they give off. *Drool* hehe! Still, I've never seen a woman as stunning and ethereal as her, even when she was wearing a mask. I wonder what she'll look like once she takes it off?)
(Shhh. Are you out of your mind? If they hear you, forget about her prominent background. Just being friends with the young mistress of the Glaze household could be enough to get you a death sentence. Or do you want to die before the event even starts?)
(Sorry, bro. But aren't you curious? Who knows, she might be a beauty from the 'Goddess tier ranking'. You never know, right?)
(Stop daydreaming.)
Soon, with even more attention focused on them, the gossip shifted from Jary to Sarah's identity..
This made Sarah even more irritated. While Jary could only helplessly smile and pray that nothing major would happen. After all, if her friend wanted to cause a commotion, who in the world could stop her? She just had to make sure nothing serious occurred.
Adding to the tension, Void, who had been silently watching things unfold, mischievously whispered in his aunt's ear, [Aunt, can't you hear? They are talking vulgarly about you. Why are you keeping calm and not punishing them yet?]
Hearing him adding fuel to the fire, Jary couldn't help but look at Void in disbelief. If it were any other time, she wouldn't mind being a partner in crime and support Void's fanning, but now... She could only curse him in her mind for trying to escalate the commotion.
Consequently, Sarah lifted her head and glared at Jary, as if saying, "this is all your fault! Solve it. Otherwise."
Feeling the threat from Sarah intensify, Jary wanted to cry but couldn't form tears. [How is it my fault? Well, sorry for being famous then,] she thought, preparing her words to divert the attention of the other guests from their corner table.
Yet, before she could face the challenge, her savior arrived.
In the center, the hovering platform enveloped in swirling mist lit up with Starlights, capturing the attention of all the guests present in the dimensional chamber of Genesis bound.
(Hello, everyone, my name is Adred Glaze. I am the successor to the Glaze household, one of the eight noble households of our world. We, the Glaze family, specialize and excel in magic weapons and fire properties, earning us the worldwide title of 'Family of Spiral Weaponry'.)
Under the twinkling starlight, a man who appeared to be in his thirties stepped forward and began his introductory speech.
(Papa!) As soon as the man appeared, Irish exclaimed in the corner of the audience.
(Shhhh!) However, before she could shout any louder, her mom hushed her, gesturing to let her father finish.
(Now, enough about us. Let's kick off this event that takes place every five years to fine-tune our precious children and the next generation of geniuses.)
And so, the event commenced. The adults excused themselves to an upper floor, no longer impeding the main event.