Chapter 29: A Good Deed

Chapter 29: A Good Deed

What happened?

Klein’s nerves tightened almost at once.

He had experienced far too many accidents, and he knew very well that supernatural incidents were prone to occur around him. Whenever he encountered anything similar, he could not help reacting with extreme vigilance. It almost felt like a kind of trauma.

He watched Hazel Macht’s back disappear at the stairway with serious attention, and noticed that while her steps were hurried, she was not panicked.

That seems to mean the situation is under her control… And Macht is a member of the House of Commons, a member of the kingdom’s upper class just below the nobility. There is a high chance Beyonders are protecting the area. Mm, Earl Hall’s eldest son is also here. His bodyguard must certainly be a Beyonder… Besides, Saint Samuel Cathedral is only ten or so minutes by carriage from Böklund Street. If anything really happened, Nighthawks, priests, and bishops could arrive at any time… Unless someone has already embraced death, no one would cause an incident at a ball like this…

Klein gradually calmed down and arrived at another guess regarding Hazel’s condition.

She had hurried to the third floor to deal with the negative effects of a mystical item!

When Klein had previously asked Arrodes where he could obtain a mystical item capable of stealing other people’s Beyonder powers, one of the answers given by the “Magic Mirror” had been Hazel Macht.

Recalling the scene while they had danced, Hazel’s image quickly reconstructed itself in Klein’s mind, with special emphasis on the different accessories she wore.

Hair ornament, earrings, necklace, brooch, thin gauze gloves… Which one could it be? Klein withdrew his gaze and felt thirsty, so he picked up a glass of water and gulped it down cleanly.

He had just set down the glass when he saw his etiquette teacher, Wahana Heisen, approach with a plate in hand.

This lady wore a red dress, yet did not seem vulgar in the slightest. She gave Dawn Dantes a faint smile and said, “I have noticed you do not seem to enjoy drinking very much.”

“I once allowed drinking to delay a very important matter,” Klein said casually, enriching the experienced, profound image of Dawn Dantes.

Of course, he was restrained enough not to use his Faceless ability to transform one of his fingers and prove just how great his resolve had been back then.

Hearing this, Wahana smiled thoughtfully.

“Your past is full of mysteries. To many young ladies, that has a fatal charm.”

She did not continue that topic. Instead, she said, “I forgot to tell you. My husband’s trouble has been resolved.”

Klein picked up a glass of champagne, raised it slightly toward her, and said with a smile, “That is truly something to be happy about. Congratulations to you both.”

He did not mention at all that he had helped in secret.

Wahana looked deeply at him and likewise raised the red wine in her hand.

“Cheers.”

After they lightly touched glasses and each took a sip, Klein politely excused himself, set down his glass, and turned toward the washroom.

It was not because he wished to go above the gray fog. It was purely because the negative effect of the Death Knell revolver had made him drink too much water, and he now needed to relieve himself.

When he walked out of the washroom, Klein again looked up at the stairway from the second floor to the third. He saw Hazel Macht descending step by step. Her footsteps were no longer hurried, and her expression was calm and undisturbed.

As expected, there’s no major problem… It should be the negative effect of her mystical item… I wonder what the effect is…

Klein let out a breath of relief. He casually swept a glance over the dance floor and, during the brief pause as the music changed, walked toward a lady and invited her to dance.

With Dawn Dantes’s appearance and bearing, there was naturally no possibility of rejection.

And so, amid dancing, eating, chatting, and more eating, the ball slowly…