No More

Along with Lucia's stiffened expression, the pungent scent of lilies was familiar.

Even with her face concealed, it was easy to guess who she was.

"It's Azeline."

The woman in the crow mask turned her head. Emerald eyes glinted fiercely through the eyeholes.

"So it is, Azeline. What brings you here?"

"Is there any particular reason? I came to enjoy the ball."

That couldn't be.

There was no reason for Azeline to come all this way with the Magic-Martial Tournament coming up.

If she was scheming something, it had to be a ploy to bring Lucia down.

After all, I'd announced that I wouldn't attend the ball...