Chapter 92: Dancing is good

"Is something wrong?" Aether inquired, his eyes alight with curiosity as he gracefully moved to the rhythm of the music, his hand resting gently on the Maid's supple hips while the other maintained a secure hold on her delicate shoulder.

'You are wrong! Your whole family is wrong!!' The maid's inner turmoil screamed silently, though her outward demeanour remained serene, a forced smile gracing her lips amidst the chaos of her thoughts.

As she navigated the dance floor, a sense of unease settled within her, amplified by the occasional deathly glares she felt piercing through the festive air. While their origins remained a..... mystery, she couldn't help but imagine if glare could kill someone... she would have died thousands of times by now.

Meanwhile, Aether's mind raced with questions, 'Is she somehow linked to my survival rate? Is she plotting against me?' looking at his survival one last time, 'Yeah, Let's avoid her hereafter... She is death flag!!'