Chapter 53: Veramood Lunatil

Sigrid took the final step, bowed her head, greeting her dance partner, “Is your arm really okay?”

“It’s fine.”

Alkerto grinned and took Sigrid’s hand and handed it over to Morris, “let’s change.”

“Ah finally,” Morris let out a deep sigh and asked Sigrid. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m okay to dance all night long.” 

“Well, you do have a confidence in your physical strength.”

Sigrid smiled hearing what Morris said. 

The music changed back to waltz, Morris placed his hand lightly on Sigrid’s waist.

“What happened to Lord Lunatil?”

“He wants to be friend with me.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, so I said, let’s do that.”

Morris groaned. As much as he was happy seeing Sigrid’s happiness on having Lunatil as her friend, there was doubt in him. What would Lunatil do to her? He was afraid she would be taken advantage of. 

Morris swallowed his worries. When the dance stopped, everyone greeted their partner, but Morris did not let go of Sigrid and lightly bowed his upper body and touched her forehead.

“Don’t make me worry too much.”

“Uh…” Sigrid answered meekly.

Morris then raised his head and smiled. He took a step back and greeted her politely. 

Sigrid also briefly grabbed the hem of her dress and said goodbye before exiting the dance floor. She wasn’t tired, but there was no one to dance with anymore. 

Alkerto nudged Morris with his elbow after he came off the dance floor with a delicate expression. 

“It’s not like that.” Morris chuckled, but Alkerto only made a suspicious face.

In the meantime, Sigrid found two people who shone in the crowd.

“Marisuez.”

Marisuez, who was surrounded by men and blinking her eyelashes, turned to Sigrid and smiled.

“Siri.” When Marisuez called her name, the crowd of men split into two. It was a wonderful experience for Sigrid. Not only that, the men cast favorable glances at Sigrid as well.

“Are you Marisuez’s friend?”

“Even the friend is also beautiful.”

“Your name?”

Marisuez looked at those men flooding questions with a smile. It was the kind of smile that made all the men there think ‘That smile was for me’. 

“I apologize, I need to talk to my friend.”

Marisuez took Sigrid’s hand and escaped from the crowd of men. 

Sigrid sighed, “How do you do it?”

“What?”

“Talking to so many people at once.”

“It’s the same thing as fighting multiple people at once.”

‘Aha.’ Sigrid nodded, understood. “Then, it’s still too much for me.” She barely held a conversation with one person at a time, so it was impossible for her to spar with many people at once.

Marisuez smiled and whispered, “Thank you for coming at the right time.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah, I was just getting tired of it.”

“Really?”

“There is no good man.”

Marisuez hooked her arm with Sigrid’s arm.

Sigrid’s heart stopped for a second. ‘Hooking arms! Close friend!’

Her face was burning and her heart was pounding. 

Marisuez continued with a sigh, not knowing what Sigrid thinking, “The sparks fly, but there is no one that really interest me.”

“Ah—”

Sigrid recalled several romance novels she had read at Rowengreen’s recommendation. She remembered how those heroines met their heart-throbbing fateful partner. She didn’t think she could have a chance to meet a partner in her life, but she thought Marisuez definitely could meet one like in those novels.

“Well, then let’s save our friends from the talkative ladies.” Marisuez smiled. 

Sigrid was puzzled for a moment, “talkative ladies?”

“That’s right.—Ah, there she is.” Marisuez majestically cut through the crowd and arrived in front of Rowengreen. The three or four middle-aged wives were talking to her. 

“So how long are you going to keep playing that game?”

“It’s not a game.”

“I can’t believe a lady from a noble family become a knight…. Lady Alsekidna is not even a tomboy.”

“That’s right. You should get married soon and have children. When I was your age, Lady Alsekidna, I already had two children.”

“What does your fiance say?”

“He respects my opinion.”

“It’s only for a moment. Man quickly falls in love with a young woman. So you have to give birth to a son while you’re young and hold on tight.”

“That’s right.”

As Sigrid squinted her eyes at the conversation, Marisuez had pierced the gap in the conversation that had been vacated for a moment with surprising skill. She did it as smooth as cutting butter with a butter knife.

“Hello—”

“Oh, the daughter of Countess Inglet.”

“You’re beautiful again today.”

“But why is there no fiance yet?”

“Ah-” Marisuez grinned at the smiling wives.

“Being only a mere Viscountess could not satisfy me. Of course, it doesn’t mean that being a mere Viscountess is bad, Viscountess Donna.”

Marisuez quickly continued before Viscountess Donna could even reply. 

“May I borrow Rowengreen for a moment? There is a separate conversation between young women—Thank you. Rowe, let’s talk for a minute.” Marisuez pulled Rowengreen’s arm. 

“Excuse me,” Rowen Green and Marisuez slipped out of the crowd of those wives.