No matter how much Anasthasia strutted her way out, some people were bold enough to approach her. It was fortunate she had a keen judge based on their auras from the mana fluctuation and the presence they reveal.
None of them could threaten her in any way. But to think they would have the audacity to waste her time was unwarranted.
In high aristocratic grounds, she must uphold every noble's virtue—which she could sum up as a bunch of farce and she to make haste.
It was impossible; she couldn't dare make a scene; it wasn't the right moment.
'I'll have to bear with this; I can't wait to reap my benefits. I shall bid my time…' Anasthasia bid her farewell to fellow nobles and now shuffled her way towards the balcony.
The slow melody that sailed adrift slowly died out to a muffling sound.
Formal gatherings drained her energy so much.
