Chapter 437: 437 Ball

The meal proceeds solemnly. In the meantime, there is no one like to stand and say hello.

I'm sitting at the edge, so it's hard to see. I mean, if you're looking at us, nature and the Marquis are in sight, so you can't even look at us with cancer.

Marius' consideration was in the form of a success, and I was impressed with his cooking.

The situation is such that the Marquis does not say anything naughty. For example, there is the Empire's Seventh Princess in the audience.

I've been stacking cups at a fairly good pace since then, but I haven't stopped turning around, so I keep answering straight.

However, as the alcohol progressed, he pretended to look at me from time to time and looked at me afterwards. I'm not going after that gaze either, but I think I'm looking at Helen.

The woman seems to be cleaning up the dishes very quickly. Manners are by no means good, but not enough for others to frown.

Everyone else is a little more gentle. Though it is an encouragement, did you say it was a gift of Diana and Anne's education? The Earl's daughter and the princess had their own table manners.

Eventually, the meal came to an end. It can be seen from the appearance of dessert-like fruit. It is a grapefruit-like fruit, but it has little bitter and sour taste and strong sweetness.

I was surprised because I ate all the fruit that seemed close to wild seeds in this world. Perhaps this is an improved variety.

Looking at the fruit, Chilari and me and his family, the Marquis murmured.

"Sorry."

Maybe it's about our situation. It's not as loud as the surrounding sound. You can't know that the Marquis apologized to a blacksmith.

Helen and Anne came to us in the mid marquis's temptations. Well, I'm involved, too. The words of apology must have peered from the door slightly open with alcohol.

"What is it?

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I decided to leave it alone. I don't think it's particularly annoying.

As the Marquis sighed small and small, he laughed bitterly.

"I think you could be a little sweeter to people."

I said. That may be so. People with different fields of expertise live under one roof as a family. If they tell me that there is no way to make use of it, I have to accept it.

But nodding honestly to the Marquis here also feels somehow frustrating, so I have a gruesome face.

"I'll think about it."

The Marquis once again laughed bitterly.

Once the meal is over, it seems that the dance is no different from the previous feast. Mr. Bowman guided everyone, including the groom and bride, to the small hall.

Dinner and alcohol are packed in the stomach of every past feast, so it seems that individual stand-up conversations will be held at this time.

The band, which seems to have been hired only for this purpose, began to play. It's actually a venue for stand-up talks, but since it's a ballroom nominally, no performance was really bad.

Nothing in particular I want to talk to except the groom and bride, and I said that I was going to be a "stain on the wall" and I could do whatever I wanted with the rest of my family, but they didn't want to move anyway. What are you going to do with the stains on the wall surrounded by flowers?

That's why I thought it would be better to dance a little rather than just solidify it with my family.

"Will you dance with me?

Yes, he called me.

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