I finally became a bottle of fake wine

Hearing Gin sneer and say that she and Nakahara Chuya met again by accident, Irene knew that it was probably a small report from Bourbon.

"I said it was an accident, and I also stayed away from the other party as soon as possible." She stopped putting on makeup on her hands and rolled her eyes skyward.

"So you can still sit here now." Hearing Irene's rebuttal, Gin didn't say much, but motioned her to speed up her movements.

"Just me?" After the girl with light brown long hair untied her braided hair and let it hang loosely behind her back, and hung the rhinestone earrings on her ears, she got an invitation letter from Gin .

"The woman will meet you at the venue later."

"...Emotionally, both of you are cheating on me."

Who else could that woman be but Belmode?

It turned out that the other party's so-called "celebration" was just trying to do the same thing in a different way.

"I thought she was really going to celebrate me." Irene turned over

Rolling eyes, a little indignant.

"She really celebrates for you, do you dare to go?" Hearing Irene muttering gin so funny, she asked back, in exchange for the other party shaking her head like a rattle.

"I don't want to celebrate this kind of thing with her."

"Then don't talk nonsense." Gin quickly parked his car in the underground parking lot of a very tall building. "Enter through the side door and pass the invitation letter to the doorman, and they will tell you which floor to go to."

"Understood." Irene was still a little unhappy when she got out of the car, and when she lowered her head and walked out of the car, she added, "I want to eat pudding."

"roll."

Irene followed Gin's instructions and walked along the underground parking lot to the side door of the elevator. Sure enough, there were several guards standing at the door.

She didn't ask the other party why she had to disguise herself to enter some mysterious place, and met the eyes of the guards and handed over the invitation letter in her hand.

Then he was ushered into the elevator respectfully by the other party.

"33 floors."

Irene looked at the button on the 33rd floor that lit up after being swiped by the other party, and thanked the guard.

"...So what's going on?"

It took only tens of seconds for the high-speed elevator to reach the 33rd floor. She watched the elevator door open automatically after a "ding" sound, and stepped out of the elevator.

There were also guards guarding the elevator door. They watched Irene walking towards them and bowed to her, while respectfully handing over a pure black feather in their hands.

Irene reached out to take the slender feather and slowly moved forward along the only one path.

There was an unknown subtle atmosphere in the dark and dim light. Irene played with the slender black feather in her hand. After entering the dark hall, she quickly found a corner and nestled quietly.

She stood in the corner and looked at the same quiet men and women in the hall, her eyes were patrolling around, looking for the figure of Belmode.

"Little cutie, who are you looking for?"

Then behind her came the voice of someone she had been looking for.

"Bei," she turned her head after hearing the familiar voice, but swallowed back the code name she wanted to blurt out the moment she saw the person coming.

"How did you get it like this?"

Looking at the handsome young man with short brown-black hair and light blue eyes, Irene's eyes widened.

She didn't expect Belmode to disguise herself as a young man.

"It's not for you, cutie."

Seeing that Irene recognized him, Belmode raised the corners of his mouth and replaced it with a deep and magnetic youthful voice.

"Didn't I say, to celebrate, I want to bring you here to enjoy it?" He said so, and raised his chin towards Irene.

"...I really have no shortage of men..." Seeing Belmod's painstaking efforts for her, Irene only felt tired.

The corner of her mouth twitched, thinking how everyone likes to stimulate herself after knowing that she is dead.

"Besides, I don't intend to develop any taboo relationship with you."

"Just pretend that's what you think." Hearing what Irene said, Belmode blinked at her with a smile in his eyes.

"Bell Leavitt, can I ask this lady to dance?"

Looking at the men and women on the dance floor who began to slowly turn their bodies to the music that sounded at an unknown time, Belmode's invitation was just right.

Looking at the handsome young man who stretched out his hand towards her, Irene sighed deeply, and then stretched out her hand.

Does she have the right to refuse?

"Which one is the target?"

After walking into the dance floor following Belmode's lead, Irene stretched her soft body wantonly, and asked softly in the other's ear.

"Ten o'clock behind me, the man with short chestnut hair."

Irene glanced over there inadvertently while spinning. She didn't see exactly what the other person looked like, but she knew it was a tall young man by virtue of that glimpse.

"Want me to approach the other party?"

She lowered her voice, thinking that Gin hadn't said before that she needed to complete the Sharkman's mission by herself.

She thought she was just a tool person, so she was shocked when she saw Belmod dressed as a young man.

"No need," Belmode signaled to Irene that she didn't need to move anything, she just had to dance obediently to her movements and complete her task as a tool man.

Under the dim light, those light blue eyes glowed with a bit of magic.

"He likes men."

"...I see." Irene nodded, and now she turned her attention to the other party's partner.

"I'll find a time to stop that young lady later."

Matilthe Furville looked up at the man who was embracing him and dancing slowly to the beat of the music, his azure eyes flashed with deep affection.

Although she has only met the man in front of her a few times, she is very satisfied with this blind date.

He is handsome, speaks well, and his family background is comparable to his own. It is true that, as his parents said, he is a very suitable marriage partner.

She likes him.

Of course it's limited to appearance.

But for her, that's enough.

Pursuing spiritual harmony is unnecessary for her.

All she needs is a decent husband.

"Sorry." After dancing with her fiancé-to-be, she took a light breath and signaled that she would leave for a while.

She was going to the bathroom to touch up her makeup.

The other party stared at her for a while, then smiled and nodded in agreement.

She blushed a little at the sight, lowered her head and hurriedly ran towards the bathroom.

That's why I didn't see it. Not long after she withdrew her gaze, the other party's gaze froze on a certain young man who also followed them out of the dance floor.

Those gray-blue eyes bloomed with a more fanatical gaze than staring at her.

"Ah, sorry."

He hurried all the way into the bathroom, but he didn't consider that his dance skirt was too long, and the tiles were stained with water for some reason. Mathilte accidentally slipped and fell on the floor of a certain lady behind him. body.

She hastily apologized, and at the same time was very embarrassed to rely on the young lady behind her to help her stabilize her center of gravity.

"It's okay." A sweet and soft voice sounded from behind her ears, she stood up straight with the help of the other party, and then turned her gaze to the young lady who was supporting her.

The lavender dress wrapped her fair skin that seemed to be shining, her slender arms, and her long light brown hair casually scattered behind her. Although her gray-blue eyes were not brilliant, they made her look more friendly.

...She is a lady with a good personality...

Thinking of this, Mathilte turned his eyes and saw the black feather pinched by the other party.

Holding a black feather...she's a single lady.

Mathilte came here with her fiancé-to-be, so she didn't take the black feather from the guard's hand.

Only unmarried single ladies will hold this black feather.

The other single youths present would invite her to dance if they wanted to.

"Thank you." Mathilte thought so, smiling very friendly at the strange lady in front of him. "My name is Mathilde."

"My name is Chris, Chris DeWinter."

After Irene held back the target's female companion, Belmode also officially talked to his target.

The handsome young man with chestnut hair walked up to her with a bottle of champagne in his hand.

"First time?"

He raised the champagne in his hand towards Belmode, and restrained heat flashed in his gray eyes.

"I just saw you invited the lady with the black feather to dance."

He saw the brown-haired young man raised his head, and his light blue eyes looked at him with a half-smile.

There was a kind of highly suggestive charm in that look, which made him suffocate just by looking at it.

"That's a pretty young and lovely young lady."

Belmode raised his eyebrows, looked at the target task that was actively talking to him, and wondered whether it was because he was lucky that the other party just ate this one, or the other party noticed something so he made a probing statement.

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Irene dragged Mathilte to exchange a lot of content. When the lover-minded girl returned to the ball venue, there was no sign of her fiancé-to-be.

"...Derlock?"

She blinked her clear eyes, and looked around in a daze in the venue.

"solved?"

Irene watched the girl say goodbye to herself and hurried towards the center of the venue. She just smiled and looked at the back of the other party, and turned her head to ask Belmode who came behind her at some time.

After being frightened once, if she can still be frightened a second time, it means that her training is not in place.

"Well...well..." Belmode's expression at the moment was somewhat tangled.

It was the first time Irene saw her show such an expression.

"Not smooth?"

"It's going well, it's just..." I learned some unpleasant news for her.

"It's over, Gin." She led Irene back to Gin with a straight face, but the expression on her face was very serious.

"Looking at you like this, it seems that there are other problems to be solved?" Gin sat smoking in the Porsche, and through the car window saw the expression on the face of Belmode, who was wearing men's clothes, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Hey, that person is just a pawn, not the target we want to track down. There is someone behind him."

"...you must have figured out where that 'someone' is?"

"Hey, if the pawn's information is correct, that person should be in Neon now."

Belmode, who was sitting in the back row, took off his disguise as he spoke, and glanced at Irene who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"In Yokohama."

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