Mystery: But the Witch's Path

Chapter 39 Can the Tarot Meeting Still Be Held?

"ah"

A scream was uttered first, followed by the scraping of high heels on the floor, and then a dull thud.

Exclamations and expressions of concern rose from the surrounding crowd.

At this moment, Altair was forced to sit on the ground because of the broken heel of her high heel.

Heather forcibly covered her mouth, trying hard not to laugh. After suppressing her emotions, she rushed forward to help Altair up and asked with concern, "How are you? Are you hurt? Do you need me to call a doctor?"

Altair blinked hard, then closed her eyes tightly, forcing her sore eyes to well up with tears. She said with a wronged expression, "Sister Heather, I think I twisted my ankle. It hurts so much."

"How could he twist his ankle, poor Altair?" Heather exclaimed, looking around before anxiously telling the servants, "You lot, come here and help me take the Earl of Sheffield back to his room."

The two actors' exaggerated acting skills shocked everyone around them.

When the servants arrived, they helped Altair, who was limping, leave the private room.

After the doctor finished applying medicine to Altair's ankle and left, Heather, who was standing to the side, praised him, saying, "Your little brain is really clever. In such a short time, you came up with such a way to avoid the ball tonight."

After Altair recovered, he chuckled twice and said casually, "This is the only way out. If we don't suffer a little now, who knows what we'll encounter tonight."

"But as things stand, things are pretty good now. At least we don't have to endure the scorching heat outside anymore."

He finds it hard to accept dancing with other men for the time being, and now he can use this opportunity to avoid being schemed against and escape by dancing.

.........

As night fell, twilight flowed through the carved Gothic window frames, dimming the gilded patterns of the crystal chandelier in the banquet hall.

The new electric lights hanging from the dome suddenly lit up, and a waterfall of cold white light poured down, illuminating the lace trim on the lady's skirt and the embroidery on the gentleman's tie.

Altair couldn't escape the invitation to the ball; it was a gathering of bigwigs, with important figures from all levels of the Kingdom of Rune present.

Looking at this scene, Altair thought: If a high-yield aerial bomb were detonated here, half of the sky in Rune would probably collapse.

Altair shook his head helplessly at having such thoughts, feeling that he was becoming increasingly abnormal.

After entering the banquet hall, Altair, supported by a servant, walked to the edge, sat on a bench, ate dessert, and waited for the banquet to end.

Elderly nobles and women who are physically exhausted often come here to rest, or guests sit down to chat and have snacks between dances.

Altair was also quite annoyed by these people who came to rest. Everyone would come to ask him why he was sitting there all the time or why he wasn't going to the ball.

It's normal for these people to have such thoughts. After all, a dance is about dancing and socializing, and they are taught in dance class to be ready to accept invitations to dance at any time.

"Madam, are you feeling unwell? I've seen you sitting here ever since the ball started."

Upon hearing this, Altair, as usual, put down his cake fork, looked up, and saw a slightly immature-looking young man already sitting opposite him. The young man, after seeing Altair's face, continued...

"I feel that you look a lot like a friend of mine. Although we only met once, our meeting went quite well."

Looking at the young man with a slight smile on his lips, Altair felt a mix of emotions, like being caught red-handed in person after seeing a fake online.

Upon seeing Altair's reaction, the person in front of him quickly said, "I forgot to introduce myself, I..."

"I know your name, Grelint," Altair interrupted before he could finish speaking.

Grelint was puzzled that the girl before him knew his name, but more than that, he was pleasantly surprised. His excitement was palpable, and he asked curiously:

"Madam, may I know that you obey my command?"

To Grynt's question, he could only shake his head slightly and say helplessly, "Altaire Sheffield or Lucius Sheffield."

Upon hearing Altair's answer, Grelint was utterly shocked. Pointing at Altair with a trembling finger, she asked curiously, "You say you're Lucius? How is that possible! When I met him, he was clearly dressed as a man."

Altair remained unmoved by Grelint's words, but felt that his previous actions had been unnecessary.

Altair shook his head at Grelint and said, "This is what I really look like. As for wearing men's clothing to the 'memorial service' last time, there were special matters to attend to. Also, you should remove your fingers; it's very impolite."

Upon hearing Altair's suggestion, Grelint looked at her hand and realized that pointing at her was indeed impolite, so she withdrew her hand. At the same time, she pondered the truth of Altair's words.

Although this world itself is a special existence, and with Roselle's guidance, it is indeed rare for women to wear men's clothing. After all, Roselle is just a drop of ink, unable to influence an entire lake.

Perhaps it was Altair's beautiful appearance, unlike that of a man, or perhaps it was because of the "special circumstances" of that day, but Grelint accepted Altair's explanation and honestly stated:

"Lu... I'm sorry, Altair, I didn't know that day was the day your father's body returned home. After I saw that list, I wanted to find you and apologize, but I couldn't find you again until the 'memorial service' was over."

Regarding the death of the original owner's father, Altair no longer felt the same instinctive sadness as when she first transmigrated, perhaps because she had completely taken over this body.

Altair said calmly to Grelint, "Ignorance is no excuse. You didn't know the reason at the time, so I don't feel that you offended me in any way. Besides, didn't you say you apologized to me later? I accept your apology."

Upon hearing Altair's words, Grelint resumed his usual smile and said, "Actually, I have written to you since then, but it has always been your servants replying."

"Perhaps I didn't have time to reply at that time. I've been very busy since my father passed away. Also, you should know that all the nobles receive countless letters every day these past few months, so I had my servants specifically reply to banquet invitations. Maybe you just happened to write me a banquet invitation." Altair's explanation for this question was the same as always.

"I understand." Grelint wasn't surprised by her answer, as he would do the same thing. Looking around cautiously, he said, "I actually gained some 'occult' knowledge using the method you mentioned before, and I'm not completely clueless like before."

"We've also reorganized the mystical banquet; would you like to join us?"

These words silenced Altair completely. He hadn't expected his casual remark to have such an impact. If they had made contact with the "Extraordinary" earlier, wouldn't the subsequent "Tarot Meeting" have turned into two people "holding a meeting" for Klein?