Huh? Who is the black hawtie?
Semper stared at the black haired man who was standing beside Roger, a neutral look casted on his face.

Eric swiftly took out the handkerchief reserved for her and wiped the evident drool from her face, muttering, "Please...No men screwing..."

"The wording is wrong—"

"And master's grammar too—"

"Heyyy!!!"

"He is handsome, from every angle~" Semper dreamily looked at the black haired man.

"He might be married for he looks approximately forty, judging from the wrinkles..." Eric trailed off, trying to shatter whatever weird thoughts Semper was having.

"Ohieee! He looked at me!" Semper's eyes shined like jewels.

But wait, why do his eyes look like as if they are having the trademark of Obelian Royals?
The green eyed lady disregarded it as a hallucination after seeing such a heavenly being.

"Mysterious..." She uttered and leaned sideways on her butler.

"How I wish to heavens that he would come and—"

"May I have this dance with the lady, please?"

Before she could even finish her prayer to the seaters of the sky, the same ravenette about whom Semper was dreaming about, asked for a dance.

Can I quietly faint now..!?