Bloody Rossie: Tears Of Vampires

24. Conversation Nobles

The Part 24

Ending her sentence when the couple had approached greeting her master, Adela helped Emilia take off the coat, while Ronie did it himself and gave it to a male servant.

"I'm glad you can meet our invitation" said Ernest kindly.

Ernest's different-looking attraction froze Emilia's growl. The word that had been at the end of the lips disappeared instantly in order to answer that greeting. It is like a light that airs all sorts of backgrounds around it. And what the hell is going on right now? Its charming spikes like a powerful magnet cause it to have difficulty dropping eyeballs to the floor to cover the red hue on the cheeks. But what power, loss it feels to ignore the beauty of this man.

Adela has found such behavior dozens of times from each countess who came. They are sometimes even unaware of their vulgar behavior, degrading for the satisfaction of sight. But Adela understood when looking at the appearance of her master. It was inevitable, he was lucky to be able to look at her every day. However, the presence of nonanya will surely destroy all their hidden hopes.

On the other hand, a subtle difference appeared in Ronie who was rather staring displeasedly. It could be said that there was a sense of competition that he refused to admit perched in his mind like an insect crawling there. Distract. Next to his eyebrows raised because of a beautiful face is a deadly weapon in London. Ronie proved it himself. It is worth considering changing his mindset. Wouldn't it be more useful if he could make this noble a partner? If only one was profitable, especially if there were two handsome men. Even so it is good to find out in advance what things will give him an advantage, just in case it turns out this noble has bad behavior in the social order. Their light conversation was so short that Ernest immediately let them into the ballroom.

It was time for the hosts to join the invitation, the typical female squeaking sounds and the crisp laughter of the men rousing among the orchestral music. In a step that was overcome with slight worry Ernest whispered to Adela who was following him, "It's time for Selia to go down." That's a sign of his nona debut. Adela who was impatient to see how the nonanya later appeared immediately retreated to the first floor, while Ernest entered the ballroom where the ladies approached him with great enthusiasm. The high rays of admiration and interest they could not cover anymore, the competition was so tight beat the tightness of the corset they wore.

Elena's steps faltered already, the ladies swarmed Ernest in a circle of ants fighting over sugar candy. Only from a distance was this the limit of his ability, paying attention to the noble

charming without daring to compete. He hesitated to risk crashing in the war to attract attention. It was too vulgar, there he would only be mere gossip material. That doesn't bode well for Buckingham Palace.

A male servant somewhat surprised Elena when offering a drink on the tray, a little awkward Elena grabbed a glass of red wine. A moment of his sight meeting Ernest caused a thump in the

his chest raced fast. Unable to bear the sensation, he turned away but immediately regretted it. Bodoooh, body,

thought.

This nobleman is different from the interminable, where men only approach him because of his status or physicality, even as a jumping stone to the queen's majesty. Is the assessment not too early? Knowing him more deeply is the best step, and the way is certainly through his closest relatives, namely the younger sister of the noble. If asked directly to the host will be too obvious what he means, therefore he must be aloof, not good rash and obey the impulse. His attitude must be awake for the good name he holds. As Elena was engrossed in daydreams, a blond man came closer.

"Well, Lady Elena!" Ronie reached for his fingers and then kissed the back of his hand without his permission. It seems he has separated himself from his partner who seems more interested in talking to the host.

"Well, I thought at this banquet I was meeting an old friend, but I seem to be stranded at an official event." Her warm smile expanded, a little understood by the defensive attitude of this girl.

"Well, if you want to meet your friend, meet at his house, not at someone else's residence" replied Elena who quickly pulled her hand from Ronie's grasp. That's right, they did know each other since childhood, but because of Ronie's arrogant attitude that likes to seduce women, Elena was reluctant to get too close to him even though many of her girl friends who flattered Ronie Stoner's good looks.

Ronie's short laugh chuckled lightly in response to his unchanging demeanor long ago, like being hostile to him. He remembered that he never bothered her. "You're right, Lady Radringham. Maybe I was expecting more. And regarding my father's health, his condition is getting better. Thank you for asking. I really appreciate it." The way he looked turned soft. "How about the glorious news? May God bless him with health."

Wanting Elena to ignore the question, ending this conversation might feel a lot better, but again the ethics remain to be maintained. "He is in good health. It was a pity that he was too busy to attend this banquet."

True, it's a pity that Ronie won't be able to meet the queen here, but he takes an understanding attitude because Elena starts to look uncomfortable. He had better change the topic where his gaze was fixed on the host surrounded by beautiful women. "Yes, very unfortunate. Moreover, this castle is really impressive. I didn't think a castle famous for all the tragedies of the past could turn out like this. Don't you feel the awkwardness? Why this ancient castle? Isn't this weird?"

Although the question sounded rhetorical but quite disturbing in Elena's ears. "What happened in the past has passed. What I caught from the beauty of this banquet was the efforts of the host to give his guests a sense of comfort and excitement. Isn't that right, Earl Stoner?"

"It's true, Lady." Ronie disagrees. He himself knew that because his premonition was never wrong. His strong instincts that became the basic foundation in order to survive among the haughty and cunning nobles. "What do you think of the owner of this castle?"

It was hard for Elena to guess what this man meant. "An honorable man and a dignitary of course. After all I'm not good at talking about other people's ugliness" she recalled.

It was clear that there was interest in Elena from her defensive manner of speaking, Ronie lost interest in continuing the conversation. "alright. Forgive me for my silliness."

Meanwhile Adela had returned to Ernest's side who was a little away from the ladies. "Miss will be down for a while

again after preparing himself," he reported somewhat in a whisper.

Almost time. The stairs connected to the upper floor became the center of Ernest's attention now. There was a bias for concern given that Eien had not drunk blood at all since the last time he forced her. I hope he's not too tired tonight.