Nikolai's mood dropped rapidly upon seeing members of the council and their families already drinking and enjoying the atmosphere.
Despite being a ball, it was also in the den of their potential enemy. He and his father had already sent the documentation regarding the Nosferatu and the dangers they have posed since the dawn of the clan system.
Unable to accept their actions, Nikolai's face became cold and judgemental, with a sharp gaze and pursed lips.
'Well... I guess I will have to remain focused.'
Beside him, Amphitrite looked back at him and smiled softly—she didn't wish to become a burden and thus whispered a soft, joyful verse in his mind.
A skill of the mermaids, to turn songs into power.
"Amphitrite?"
The dazzling shine from the main hall lit up her face, revealing her plump lips and the sharp curves of her cheeks.
She was an absolute beauty.
