Chapter 151 Zebulun invites Edith to his first dance
Tuttle paused delicately when he heard Edith's words.
According to the news I heard before, Edith could get a maximum of 90 points in this exam. Compared with previous years, it might be difficult for her to get first place in pharmacy.
Even if Edith really got first place in Pharmacy, she could not be sure that she would be in the top in the final ranking. After the subdivision of the colleges, the total score would be assigned based on the difficulty of the test paper, the ranking, etc. The more difficult the test paper, the easier it would be to assign high scores to the front row. But at present, it seems that no one has complained about the Pharmacy test paper, but many people have criticized the difficulty of Zebulunkao's Curse.
If they both ranked first, Zebulun's total score should be higher.
"The written test and the league results are different." He could only comfort Edith in advance, hoping that she would not be sad because of the results. "After all, one focuses on theory and the other focuses on practice. Many people rank high in the college exams, but cannot even pass the preliminary round in the league."
Although admission into the association is more dependent on theoretical performance, in terms of widespread recognition, league rankings are more valuable.
Edith heard his voice-over and paused subtly: "......"
Everyone still misunderstands her test results.
Anyway, the results will be out tomorrow morning, so she didn't bother to explain anymore and just smiled and said, "You're right."
But then again, holding a ball the day before the results are announced is truly worthy of being called the eve of the guillotine... I wonder if there were any third-year pharmacy students at the ball who were desperately enjoying their last day.
Edith looked around and focused her attention on finding Shelly. Judging from his personality, if he had said he was coming, he would have been the first to arrive. Now, she didn't know where he was standing.
There are too many people on the first floor. He doesn't like crowds, so he's probably on the second floor.
At this moment, a melodious organ sound came from the front. Edith subconsciously stopped searching, turned her head and looked in the direction where the sound came from.
There was a sudden cheering around, and Edith took a moment to realize that this was a sign that the dance was about to begin.
Normally, the host noble would announce the start of a dance, but this was a college dance after all, so there weren't that many rules. The band started playing, the lights on the dance floor were on, and everyone accepted that the party had begun, inviting people around them to dance.
Tuttle took a step back naturally, bent his upper body slightly, put his left hand behind his back, and stretched out his right hand: "I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to dance with me?"
He smiled easily, "We must invite a partner for the first dance... Since we've all been misunderstood, we can't go against the rules, what do you think?"
Edith knew this implicit rule. She thought that the atmosphere was not yet heated up, and everyone had not drunk enough wine, so she couldn't ask anything. So she simply reached out her hand and placed it in Tuttle's palm.
The two of them stepped onto the dance floor together.
The organ led the performance and the full dance music began. Tuttle was surprised by Edith's skilled dance steps: "...I thought you would not be very skilled."
"Why, do you really want me to step on your foot?" Edith raised her eyebrows slightly, and stepped hard on the other person's shoe as he wished.
Tuttle gasped, his dance steps messed up, and he suddenly became flustered. Finally, Edith led him to the corner of the dance floor and handed him a glass of wine with a smile.
"Forget it." She was unwilling to dance more than necessary. "Just dance a few times and drink some wine to warm up my body."
Tuttle lowered his head, looked at Edith's face reflected in the wine glass, closed his eyes and took a sip.
Now it's not just the dance steps that are out of rhythm.
......
"What are you looking at?"
In the corner of the second floor, Queen Campbell sat by the railing, smiling at her son who was looking around, "Want to go down and dance?"
Zebulun was startled. He didn't expect that his little action was exposed in his mother's sight. He quickly bent down and apologized: "Sorry--"
"You don't have to apologize to me."
Queen Campbell's eyes lingered on Ursula downstairs. "Your sister is dancing, so you don't have to stay here with me. Go downstairs. If you see Ivan, tell him I'm here."
Zebulon barely managed to tear his eyes away from Edith and looked at Ursula at the other end of the dance floor.
She was dancing with the eldest son of the Duke of Garcia.
The other party was delighted, probably because he believed that he had a chance to marry into the royal family, but judging from Ursula's expression - the moment the other party showed joy, she removed him from the list of candidates.
They're choosing a marriage partner so soon - no, should I say they're choosing allies...
"It's not too early. I chose your father when I was 19. Ursula is 21 this year, which is the right age." Queen Campbell smiled even more. "You are also 19 this year. How about it? Do you have a girl you like?"
Zebulon was startled again.
Got guessed.
Is it true that I can't even have this kind of expression in front of my mother?
"I'll follow my mother's arrangements in everything." Zebulun lowered his head and remained motionless, trying his best to hide anything that would reveal his thoughts.
"I will not cancel your qualification as heir just because of who you choose as your partner." Queen Campbell waved her hand, "Forget it, go down. If you stand here any longer, I'm afraid my identity will be exposed."
Zebulun felt the increasingly dense gazes around him, pursed his lips, obediently stepped back, and went down the stairs to the first floor.
The Queen's ears were finally quiet.
After leaving Zebulon, her plain appearance after disguise was not attractive at all. With the sight of her body gone, she could finally observe Edith's every move quietly.
Not like a civilian indeed.
She narrowed her eyes, recalling the information the court had collected about the other party.
Edith Griffin, whose parents died due to interfering in the affairs of the nobility, lived in an orphanage with her sister for two years and in the slums for five years. She was discovered by the great magician Gray Green and brought to the Charles family as a companion. Later, for unknown reasons, she was brought to the royal capital by Miss Turner who came to break off the engagement. After half a year, she successfully entered Beunis College with the first place.
The resume is impeccable, with nothing unreasonable in it, but it is full of weirdness.
"I hope you're really a genius." She sighed softly, looking a little regretful, "It's a pity that you're just a commoner... huh?"
The queen's voice rose slightly at the end, and she sat up straight in an instant, moved closer to the railing, and looked down.
Zebulon, who had just come downstairs, walked straight to the edge of the dance floor without hesitation and, amid the commotion, extended his hand to a girl who obviously had a dance partner.
Edith Griffin.
The girl who just kept appearing in her mind.
......
"......I?"
The peace that Edith enjoyed was broken by Zebulon's arrival.
After changing into a dress and tying up her hair, she received many admiring and obviously astonished glances on the dance floor, but they were all about her appearance, and few people could recognize her identity at a quick glance.
After all, blonde hair was too common in the academy, and she wasn't wearing the three badges that indicated her identity on the dance floor. As long as no one called her out directly, she should be able to get through most of the night quietly.
But at this moment, with the arrival of Zebulon, the absolute visual focus of the entire dance, more and more eyes followed and fell on her face. She heard low exclamations, sighs of praise, Tuttle's unhappy tut, and finally, what fell into her ears was Zebulon's clear voice.
"May I have the honor of asking you to dance, Miss Griffin?"
——She is Edith Griffin.
People around spread the word.
——Zebulun invited Edith to his first dance.
Those away from the dance floor received this message.
Edith: “…”
Known: She is a lowly civilian whose true identity cannot be revealed for the time being. The person in front of her is the most distinguished person in this country after the king, and there is a chance that he will inherit this country.
At this moment, the noble prince invited her, a "lowly" commoner, to dance. According to known conditions, His Majesty Campbell was most likely sitting in a corner of the venue, watching this scene quietly.
Question: What attitude should she use to face the other party reasonably?
Edith: "...My pleasure."
She gave in.
For some reason, she felt that Zebulon became more nervous than when he invited her. He coughed twice and shook Edith's hand lightly. The heir to the kingdom, who had been educated in etiquette since childhood, didn't even hold it as tightly as Tuttle.
The two of them rowed to the center of the dance floor again. The previous dance had not yet ended, and Ursula was still trapped in dancing with Master Garcia. She kept a decent smile on her face, but she was extremely irritated inside.
Why did mother come here tonight?
The guy in front of her couldn't see her displeasure, and he tried to find topics to talk about with a stupid look on his face, from his paintings to his sculptures, showing off his sense of superiority all the time.
She responded reluctantly, thinking of finding a reason to get away after the dance ended, when she suddenly felt an extremely familiar aura.
It seems to be her annoying brother.
Ursula naturally switched to the male step, led the flustered Master Garcia and turned around, and saw Zebulon's figure as she wished.
Opposite him is——
Ursula raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry..." Garcia, who didn't know how to read people's expressions, stepped on her foot and apologized in a panic. Ursula didn't care, waved her hand casually, and got away on the pretext of needing to tidy up her clothes, and went to the edge of the dance floor to carefully observe the movements of the two.
Edith looks quite skilled.
She tilted her neck back, refusing the invitation to dance from the side, and analyzed the two's movements with interest. It's not like she had never seen Zebulon dance before. In fact, he asked her to dance for the first dance of his coming-of-age ceremony in order not to book her out too early. But Zebulon was very natural at that time, not as stiff and strange as he is now.
Shouldn't it be Edith who is unskilled, and Zebulon, who has been practicing since childhood, lead the dance?
Ursula was amazed and grabbed a passing girl. She asked and learned that it was Zebulon who took the initiative to invite her. She was even more surprised: "He would take the initiative to invite people?"
Magical, so magical!
......
Second floor.
Shelly politely shook off a teacher's conversation and met an unfamiliar middle-aged woman as he walked towards the stairs. He frowned and looked at her for a few more seconds.
The other party ignored him and instead leaned against the railing, staring intently at the dance floor on the first floor.
He stopped and looked down along the other person's line of sight.
It's a familiar figure.
Shelly: “…”
He had only been looking away for about five minutes.
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