Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Andrew returned to his seat. His dancing partner passed him a lemon, and he chewed it.

The lemon juice stained his tongue and teeth, and the sourness made Andrew feel even more jealous.

“Why did Sherlock, who has just graduated, save Winterfell? Why did he have such a good dancing troupe of Gnomes and Houndhead Men? Why do I have a single dance partner while he has tens of dancers? Why is he taller than me? Why is his Succubus prettier than mine? Why?”

Andrew closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair. He felt the power derived from this jealousy. He breathed comfortably and said, “Ah, power, I feel unlimited power. I haven’t felt such strong jealousy due to another creature.”

His dancing partner didn’t know what to say and dared not speak.

The Ball continued. As the main character for the Ball, nobody dared to approach Andrew as he was too jealous. He was distorted by jealousy, so nobody wanted to antagonize him.

Andrew recovered himself. Then, he stood up and smiled as he socialized with the other Dungeon Lords and nobles.

Though the guests would like to chat with Sherlock and his servants, they were unable to do so as they didn’t understand what the gamers were talking about.

On the other hand, Sherlock was indifferent to their socializing attempts. With the existence of the gamers, his Dungeon was perpetually in an isolated state. Too much interaction was actually a bad thing.

The Ball became more charged after the dance competition between Andrew and Sherlock.

While everyone was enjoying themselves, Evelynn was struggling in her dilemma.

Though she was Lord Sherlock’s dance partner, she hadn’t danced with Lord Sherlock.

Though she wanted to request a dance several times, Lord Sherlock seemed preoccupied with other matters.

Eggface would choke as he ate too much, so Lord Sherlock had to pat him. Yoda was drunk, so Lord Sherlock had to carry him back. Brainiac was emotionless for a long time, so his bones were out of alignment, and Sherlock helped him to adjust the bones.

The other gamers agreed to help Beast so that he wouldn’t break down. Sherlock had to comfort him.

And there were 40 Gnomes and Houndhead Men who created trouble.

When Evelynn saw a window of opportunity, she drummed up her courage and asked Sherlock, “Lord Sherlock! Shall we dance?”

“Pom!”

Before Sherlock answered, the door of the Ballroom opened. A young lady in a black gown stood at the entrance. Behind her were three timid Hamsters who were looking around.

The dancing crowd on the dance floor stopped, and many people whispered among themselves.

“Is she the Fallen Angel? Lilo?”

“I remember, numerous nobles went to her manor but were turned back at the door.”

“Onionhead is indeed influential, even the Fallen Angel was successfully invited.”

“Wow, a Fallen Angel. This is my first time seeing a Fallen Angel.”

The Werewolf Butler cleared his throat and was about to announce something when the Fallen Angel raised her hand and interrupted him.

She exuded a sense of decadence that enthralled the Devils and Underworld inhabitants.

Even her aloof expression and arrogance were extremely alluring.

When Andrew saw the Fallen Angel, he almost dropped his teacup.

That was a Fallen Angel who only existed in the Spirit World. Her status was on par with the superior Devils.

The creature who had fallen from the grace of the Light and whose wings were filled with black feathers made Andrew’s heart itch. His dance partner had lost all her allure.

He walked over and grasped the hilt of his sword.

The Dungeon Lords and nobles who were thinking of making a move gave way for Andrew to walk through the crowd.

“Ah, the beautiful and holy Fallen Angel. So, the rumors were true. I’m the third successor of Eternal Fire, Andrew.”

Andrew clasped his hand on his chest and walked adoringly towards Lilo while unsheathing his Longsword.

“With just a glance, I’m already enthralled by you. The beautiful and holy Fallen Angel, if you’re willing, I will make a vow of love with my sword in front of you.”

Andrew passed his Longsword to Lilo.

But Lilo didn’t accept the sword. She walked past Andrew. In order not to get too close to Andrew, she extended her hand and used Mana to shift Andrew aside.

It looked as though Andrew was a background that could be shifted.

“Wait a moment! Miss Fallen Angel!” Andrew was about to stop Lilo, but a Hamster leaped in front of him and said bluntly, “Are you Andrew? Don’t harass my Lady. She’s not here to look for you.”

That Hamster rejoined his companions. The rightmost companion grabbed some exquisite barbecued clay from the waiter’s plate and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he asked, “Can I eat?”

Under everyone’s gaze, Lilo walked to Sherlock and asked, “I didn’t know you were attending a Ball. Do you have a dance partner?”

Lilo looked behind Sherlock and saw tens of Gnomes and Houndhead Men, a Skeleton, a small Black Dragon, and finally, Evelynn.

Evelynn didn’t know where the courage came from, but she stared back.

Bru’s voice rang by Sherlock’s ear. “Oh, oh, this smells like trouble. A pure and incapable Succubus employee and God’s gift of a Fallen Angel. Don’t you panic, Lord Sherlock, I’ll ask which stocks to buy on the discussion forum right now!”