Thinking of this, Xiya’s lips curled into a faint smile.
Why, why is Brother Xiya here, too?!
Among the crowd, Tiya, who was alone in a corner, felt somewhat panicked.
She had thought that Brother Xiya, finally on leave, would catch up with those teammates, and at least he shouldn’t appear at such an occasion.
So, when she saw an unexpected person, she subconsciously felt a bit like a thief caught in the act.
Luckily, Tiya was now in disguise, looking like a petite girl with brown short hair, wearing a fox mask that covered her entire face, and dressed in a gorgeous dance gown she had never tried before.
Compared to her usual appearance as the Silent Saintess, the current Tiya looked dazzling and delicate, seemingly a different person.
After calming her initial panic, she then saw Hillena, her cheeks flushed, holding Brother Xiya’s hand.
Although it was a brief touch, Xiya seemed lost in thought for a moment, then a fleeting look of admiration appeared in his eyes.
Although Tiya had long known that the relationship between the two might develop to this extent, seeing it with her own eyes still brought a hint of sourness to her heart.
If only Brother Xiya belonged to me alone.
A girl who should have been as emotionless as a doll now harbored an unprecedented feeling called "desire."
However, the next second, as Hillena’s figure slowly moved away, Tiya also snapped out of her daze.
She instinctively looked toward the entrance.
After recognizing the familiar figure, Tiya’s eyes gradually grew cold.
Since Brother Xiya had the company of that woman, he temporarily didn’t need her.
And now, she had more important matters to deal with.
While walking, Lynn suddenly felt a chill rise unexpectedly, leading him to shiver.
As if several women were setting their sights on him at that moment.
But other than Her Highness the Princess and Miss Witch, who would do such a thing?
Lynn glanced at Ivyst inadvertently, only to find her demeanor as calm and cool as before.
Seeing this, he couldn’t help but sigh.
Just as the master and servant were about to enter the venue one after the other, in the distance, Hillena, wearing a mask, approached slowly, surrounded by several noble young ladies.
"It’s been a long time, little Ivyst," said Hillena, sporting a white feather mask, as she playfully tossed her hair to the side, then added as if in passing, "And you too, Mr. Bartleion."
Lynn’s face darkened.
Clearly, Hillena was mocking the conflict that had occurred during their first encounter.
However, Ivyst responded with indifferent manners, "Let’s not make jokes."
Hillena looked at Ivyst curiously.
As the older sister, knowing Ivyst’s body language well, she should be in a good mood right now, yet, for some unknown reason, she was cold, forbidding anyone to come close.
Could it be that the two had fought?
To accomplish the task set by Saint Laurent VI, getting close to Lynn was an essential part of the plan.
Looking at the seemingly harmonious but distant pair, Hillena’s mind flashed with inspiration.
Before she could respond, Ivyst spoke up first, her words laced with explosive temper.
Hillena, of course, wasn’t going to get upset over such a trifle and smiled gently, "Of course, you can, but before you enter, there’s a little game to lighten the mood you need to play."
Ivyst replied indifferently, then crossed her arms and stood aside.
She didn’t agree, but she didn’t explicitly refuse either.
Seeing this, Hillena’s lips formed a slight smile.
"Now you have two choices," she looked at Ivyst, then at Lynn, "Truth or dare?"
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Hillena knew it well, then turned to Ivyst, "Since Lynn has chosen dare, according to the rules, it’s your turn to tell the truth."
"Question, little Ivyst seems unhappy, what exactly are you thinking right now?"
"Thinking about how to kill you."
Ivyst glanced at Hillena without hesitation.
She would eventually settle the score with the culprits responsible for her mother’s death.
Ivyst agreed to attend the masquerade partly because she had just returned to the Imperial Capital and didn’t want to lose face in front of her; and on the other hand, she indeed had something to ask her.
Hearing her sister’s ruthless response, Hillena inwardly sighed.
Feeling the change in the faces of the few noble young ladies nearby, she didn’t want to dwell on the topic either and turned to the young man beside her.
"So, up next... it’s time for the dare, right?"
Hillena looked at Lynn with a smile.
As for this man who had belittled her upon their first meeting, Hillena actually felt a bit displeased.
However, she needed to approach him now.
The reason she suggested playing a game was to achieve this purpose.
To deepen the rift between them, creating a situation of separation.
"Please, with deep affection, praise anyone present here, be it their temperament, appearance, figure, or the like," Hillena said warmly, "but the premise is you must know the person... of course, excluding little Ivyst."