Ivita raised her eyebrows and, helpless, decided to go with the flow, casually pulling out an orange cat mask from his chest.
He instructed the coachman to wait outside the ballroom, then he himself stepped inside. It seemed that there were servants specifically assigned to welcome nobles like him. Upon seeing Ivita's arrival, they instantly approached, leading him to the designated location.
The servant behaved submissively towards Ivita. "Please follow me, sir."
Ivita followed him through the lawn, past a few buildings, and finally arrived at a lavishly decorated space. Many young men were dancing with ladies there. On the side of the room, a line of musicians were playing their flutes, accordions, and other instruments.
Sitting in the main seat was a middle-aged man, probably the chairman of the city's Weaving Workers' Guild, and next to him was a young girl who hadn't put on her mask yet, her head humbly lowered and her lips slightly bitten.
