The Song of Kaxilda

It seems that the resplendent hall has not been so lively for a long time.

Court maids swim among all kinds of gorgeous skirts and noble dresses like swimming fish.

The melodious music lingered in the hall without ever stopping.

Richter thinks she doesn't belong here.

She had been forbidden from going to any dances since birth, and had never seen so many strangers.

She really shouldn't be here.

Amidst the loud laughter of the crowd, she could only sit silently on one side, swinging the tip of her tail awkwardly to sweep away the floating dust on the palace floor tiles.

It was a masquerade that created opportunities for her to sneak into the hall.

Fortunately, she, whose identity has not been made public, can avoid the scrutiny of everyone and retain her own small world.

Reginald, who was surrounded by everyone and had no time to care about other places, said something loudly in the middle of the stairs in the hall, but she couldn't hear clearly.

Lichter felt as if she was wrapped in a bubble, and the various voices were isolated, dim and blurred, gradually moving away from her.

"Hi, can I invite you to a dance?"

The sudden sound came to her ears, and Licht seemed to hear the sound of the fragile air bubbles breaking and disappearing after being pierced.

The enthusiastic dance music and the various discussions were intertwined, rushing through the eardrums, shaking her soul out of a short break.

It was a luxuriously dressed man, leaning slightly, also wearing a mask covering his entire face, only revealing a pair of soft blue eyes, presumably with a smile on his face.

Lichter was a little surprised: "What?"

The other party was not in a hurry, and repeated again: "Can I invite you to dance?"

"Dancing?" Lichter seemed to never have thought that someone would find herself who was ordinary and humble in the crowd at the moment, "Me?"

The other party nodded and held out his hand to her.

"Thank you, I..." Lichter really wanted to refuse directly, her eyes swept over his mask, she suddenly changed her mind, and naturally and docilely took the hand that made the inviting gesture, "I'm very happy .”

The man took her politely and led her all the way to the dance floor in the middle of the hall.

The decent dress set off his tall and straight figure, and Lichter spun along with his steps, throwing away all her troubles, and the skirt bloomed with the music.

The brisk dance ended, and then turned into a gentle and melodious tune.

Lichter didn't care if anyone else was looking at her, she suddenly approached that person and said with a smile, "I guessed you would come."

"Really?" The man asked helplessly, "How did you recognize it?"

"Smell." Licht wagged her tail lightly again.

The man laughed dumbfounded, as expected of a beastman.

Lichter caught a glimpse of Reginald looking towards her, leaning closer to the man's ear: "Follow me."

Before the man could react, she grabbed his hand and passed through the crowd, causing a small commotion.

"What did you bring me here for?" He looked at Lichter strangely.

The location where the two are now is a certain balcony of the palace, and the red velvet curtains that act as a temporary partition have been lowered halfway.

Lichter was slightly tipsy in the evening breeze, even though she hadn't touched a drop at the dinner dance.

She reached out and took off the mask worn by the man: "You don't need this here, Your Highness Miles."

"You too." The man smiled helplessly, as if he was in some secret exchange ceremony, and then gently took off her mask, "Long time no see, Your Highness Lichte, or... Case Your Highness?"

Licht's eyes hiding under the mask turned into a topaz-like color at some point, flashing in the blink of an eye under the interplay of the faint light in the hall and the red and blue moonlight outside. A hazy and strange light.

"It's me." Lichter—perhaps it should be called Case directly—admitted this, "I need to confirm."

Miles was slightly taken aback: "Confirm?"

"Eight years ago, you promised that thing." Case's tone became a little unhappy, "Have you forgotten?"

"Ah, how could I forget that?" Miles suddenly smiled as usual.