The First Signature (21)

Gnaw, gnaw.

The ballroom of House Drosselmeyer’s mansion was packed with people dressed to the nines, waiting for the wedding to begin.

In one corner, a man with oversized glasses perched on his nose was biting his nails and scanning the surroundings with resentful eyes.

‘I resent them.’

There were so many dreadful people living in luxury simply because they were nobles, despite having no special abilities at all.

“Just now… Lady Alice called my name!”

“Lady Clary. How many times are you going to say that…?”

“But still!”

‘What do they have to be so happy about?!’

His hysterical reaction peaked when he saw the young noblewomen laughing and chatting with flushed cheeks...