Everyone brought their own dance partner to the front ballroom and danced in a lively tune.

  "Is Lord Caius well? The noble from Rydia." Lord Gill sat down in the empty chair beside Cinzia, his eyes rising with a fine line at the corners and a light flutter.

  "Couldn't be better." Cynthia replied faintly.

  "Why didn't he bring you to DC district for a stroll? It's much better than XC district, and the largest castle on Matchless Mountain belongs to him."

  Cynthia finally looked straight at this lord who seemed to be dressed in luxury but was extremely despicable, her eyes flashing, "Didn't he live in the Eternal Night Forest?"

  "Normally he would be living there, but if he truly had a soft spot for you, this little wretch, it would be enough to have you installed in the castle as a songbird." Lord Gill's tone was identical to Eirin's haughty mockery.

  It seems that almost everyone in Temeria thinks of her as a disposable item, unloved and unwanted, which is why anyone wants to take her home and humiliate her.

  "How many candidates for Saintess are there in total?" Cynthia asked casually while swirling her wine glass.

  " Fifth place." Lord Gill told her with a good heart and said very proudly: "My daughter is the best among them."

  Cynthia smiled softly and looked at Elisa, who was sitting not far away with her hair swinging. "Indeed, blonde hair and black skirt are what I like."

  Alicia's hand stiffened, the lively music couldn't dispel her bad mood. She turned to face Cynthia, her eyes not looking good, "Father, Miss Cynthia didn't bring a dance partner today, invite her for a dance."

  Cynthia's fingers tightened around the wine glass, her face not showing a hint of nervousness, but instead calmly looked at Gill, "Are you inviting me to dance?"

  "Perhaps I have the honor." Jill set down her glass and stood up, bending at the waist in a mock gentlemanly manner to extend his hand to Cynthia.

  "What can I do? Lord Kyrios doesn't like others touching me." Cynthia swirled her wine glass, took a sip of the wine, and smiled wistfully, ignoring the outstretched hand. "He knows I'll be unhappy if I dance with others."

  "If he's unhappy, he'll come himself. I just want him to come." Elisa opened the lace folding fan in her hand, not hiding her explicit thoughts at all.

  She looked at Jill's fallen face and said: "Father, don't mind her so much, she is just a plaything that Lord Kairus will soon discard."

  "So you want to take my place and become a plaything?"

  Cynthia ignored Gill as the lord and stood up elegantly, walking around him to stand in front of Elisa.

  Looking down at her with a condescending gaze, the rose-colored lips fired off a sarcastic remark, "Perhaps your eyes need to have a layer of eyelid cut off to make them as big as mine, and those thin lips need to be stung by bees a few times before they can become as beautiful as mine."

  "You say I'm a plaything, and you still dare to imitate a plaything that's about to be discarded just to gain favor? Miss Elisa, are you out of your mind?"

  Cynthia sneered with malice, "Kairos doesn't even want me, let alone someone with a face like yours."

  At this moment, she felt a bit like the vicious female second-in-command who was sure to win, looking at Elisa's pale face and that expression that seemed to want to eat her up.

  Of course, Cynthia would also have to pay the price for her reckless mockery, although this was also part of her plan, but she did not expect Elisa to be provoked so quickly.

  Without any magical or defensive consequences, she was thoroughly enraged by Elisa and lifted her skirt with one foot and kicked her against the wall.

  It was like a scene from a movie where Cynthia was smashed onto a cabinet with flower vases, knocking off the wall hanging and crashing into the floral rug along with the fallen vases.

  The vase crashed heavily onto her back, shattering ceramic shards that ripped through the fabric of her clothing on her upper back, and the double impact almost made her cry out in pain.

  Alicia's sudden movement caused the people who were still dancing in the ballroom to stop moving, uttering cries of surprise.

  "Alicia! What are you doing!" Jill herself was startled, "She's still wearing the crest of the Ceres family!"

  Alicia was also surprised, she tightly grasped the fan in her hand and looked at Cynthia who had fallen to the ground, with an unexpected expression saying: "I thought she would resist, isn't she a noble? How come there's not even a bit of magic."

  "The nobles who were exiled here, abandoned by the God of Light and lost their divine arts are not uncommon. The Lindon family's fostered emotions are just that fragile."

  Cynthia lying on the ground found herself pathetically like a punching bag, constantly getting hurt.

  She now clearly knows she has only two ways out.

  Caius has arrived and her plan is underway.

  She left here with a body of pain and found a safe place to stay overnight.

  Of course, when the big door outside was blown open by the strong wind, all the candlelights in the room were swaying with the rainwater mixed with the wind, she struck out the one behind.

  Luckily he's not heartless and has come at just the right time.

  A figure in a black cloak appeared at the dinner party.

  His pale hand pulled down the hood, revealing a delicate face with an icy expression that was extremely intimidating.

  "Lord Caius..." Lord Gill's face turned pale in an instant, and he directly knelt on one knee on the ground, wearing his finery. In his heart, he was shouting "this is not good", and with a trembling voice, he said: "Sincerely greeting you."

  Everyone at the banquet was surprised that Kayrus had come, and they all bowed, with the ladies curtsying and the gentlemen kneeling on one knee, giving him the highest courtesy as if welcoming a king.

  Caius merely treated their greetings as air, his gaze fixed intently on the blonde girl who had been knocked to the ground by a vase, her crimson eyes flashing from calmness to indignation in less than a second.

  Almost no one saw how he suddenly appeared beside her in the blink of an eye.

  "I told you not to come." Kael sat beside her, his clenched teeth and taut face showing just how angry he was.

  "Sorry." Cynthia moved her lips, feeling both pain and grievance, "I didn't think it would be like this, I just wanted to come out and have some fun..."

  Caius didn't respond to her words, his lips didn't even move, the anger in his eyes seemed to be saying how stupid she was.

  Cynthia held back her tears, reached out and touched his cloak, whispering: "I won't come again next time."

  The smell of blood in the air mixed with a hint of peppermint gradually dissipated, and she felt her back getting wet. The shattered vase that hit her must have torn open a long gash on her back.