In the concert hall, Young Regiment Leader Sedor of the Sharvey Band lounged in his seat with his legs crossed, eagerly watching the graceful and seductive dancers on the stage.
The beauties giggled at him, and threw suggestive glances while dancing provocatively, enticingly.
Yvonne, who was nearby, was so engrossed that his eyes glazed over, and drool practically flowed from his mouth.
Everything was so beautiful.
Suddenly, the clear sound of the piano struck up, startling the master and servant duo.
Sedor glared towards a corner of the stage where, in the interplay of light and shadow, Yegor's arms rose and fell as he played a piece of music—
"Fate"!
As the Young Regiment Leader of the Sharvey Band, Sedor was naturally familiar with this powerful piece.
"Good for you, you old bastard, I asked for accompaniment, and you play 'Fate' for me, not letting me enjoy myself, huh!" Sedor ground his teeth in anger.
"I'll get him to change the piece!" Yvonne made to move.
