Chapter 301 Meeting Triss Again
"Severia, I'm glad I met you here tonight, otherwise I wouldn't know who to dance with."
Grellint, who had become a pharmacist, leaned over and kissed Angel's hand with a smile. He looked more energetic than before, which made Angel doubt his real purpose in persistently searching for this potion.
"Miss Irene, nice to see you too. I haven't seen you at my salon lately, and Audrey hasn't been there much either. Have you all forgotten about me?"
After greeting Sylvia, Grellint looked at Angel again with the same smile on his face and raised his hand slightly exaggeratedly.
"Sorry, I've been a bit busy lately. I will definitely attend the salon next week."
Actually, it’s because I went directly to Audrey’s house, skipping you as the “middleman”…
Angel complained inwardly.
After a brief greeting, Grelinte formally invited Severia to dance with him.
"Darling, go to the restaurant and rest for a while. You might meet someone unexpected."
After leaving a puzzling remark, Sylvia stretched out her arm for the Viscount to hold, and the two walked to the center of the hall, and then danced with a hint of ambiguity to the suddenly changing music.
"I didn't expect that Greylint would be interested in a woman older than him like Sylvia... Hmm, but it could also be the power of 'joy' at work. Sylvia wouldn't want to change her title from Baroness to Viscountess, would she?"
Angel watched for a while, noticing that the two seemed to be getting closer and closer as they danced, their movements more and more intimate, and her mouth suddenly went dry. To avoid any strange thoughts that might arise from watching any further, she followed their instructions and walked from the circular corridor on the second floor to the restaurant in the back.
This is a hall about the same size as the ballroom in front, with long tables covered with white tablecloths, on which are placed plates of exquisite dishes, glasses of expensive wine, and various cold cuts and pastries.
Another band was playing music in the corner that was different from the music in the front hall. Some guests who had come for socializing but were not interested in the noisy dance hall gathered here, carrying plates or glasses of wine, filling their stomachs while chatting.
Angel, who had not yet eaten because she was wearing a complicated long dress, happily picked up her plate, selected some of her favorite sweets and some meat that she was particularly interested in tonight, and went to a corner of the restaurant to quickly finish these expensive foods.
"Severia said I would meet someone unexpected. Does that mean someone here would come to me? According to what she said before, it's a certain lady. Maybe I know her..."
After filling her stomach, she picked up a glass of low-alcohol sweet wine and used the gesture of raising the glass to drink to hide her gaze that was looking around, looking at each guest.
Their average age was significantly older than the nobles dancing in the hall ahead, many already middle-aged. Their conversations were about government affairs, major transactions, and year-end revenues. It was more like a business dinner than a dance. But no one noticed her, let alone approached her to speak.
To her surprise, Vincent, the Beyonder from the Hunter Path who had appeared with Laura before, was also in the crowd. This middle-aged man in a tuxedo and thick-framed glasses was chatting with two other men, his hand holding a cup constantly shaking.
Feeling Angel's gaze, he turned his head slightly and looked over, and instantly recognized the "Witch of Joy" with whom he had privately established a cooperation.
The two of them exchanged glances and then looked away in tacit understanding.
"But Sylvia can't be talking about Vincent. Did I misunderstand her? Did she really just want me to come here to rest?"
Angel was full of doubts as he paced from one corner of the restaurant to the other, and then went around to the side corridor.
There are priceless landscape paintings hanging here. The lights are on but there are few guests. There are several doors leading to independent balconies, most of which are closed. It seems that people are talking outside, and only one door is half-open.
She pushed open the door and saw the red moon in the sky and the meticulously maintained garden below from the balcony outside. But to her surprise, there was already a man and a woman standing on the balcony, both looking at her, the uninvited guest, with curious eyes.
"Sorry, I thought no one was here..."
Angel, who had interrupted their tryst, quickly looked away, apologized, and prepared to leave.
"No, please wait a moment, young lady."
The woman in the heavy black dress spoke softly, winking at the middle-aged man beside her. The latter nodded, walked past Angel, left the balcony, and closed the door.
As the other person turned her face completely towards Angel, she could see the face of the woman in the black dress clearly. She looked completely different from the old-fashioned dress she was wearing. She was only about eighteen or nineteen years old, with long black hair, narrow eyes, and a round face that made people feel pity.
She was Tris, who had once met Angel in the underground market of the Dragon Bar in Tingen City. She was also the witch who had set up a curse altar in the suburbs of the West District, fought a fierce battle with the Nighthawks, and even almost killed Klein.
Triss!
Angel looked at the other person with a puzzled expression, her brows slightly raised, as if she was curious about why the other person left her on the balcony, but her heart was already in turmoil.
It turns out that this witch came to Backlund after escaping from Tingen City... It seems that she was taken back to the Witch Cult and even arranged to be with a certain noble?
When Angel first met Sylvia and accepted her "examination", she mentioned that she had brought back an important chess piece from Tingen. Angel didn't pay attention to it at the time, but now thinking about it, was she talking about Triss?
At this moment, Angel thought a lot.
Fortunately, she was wearing the "Ring of Madness" and even used that incomplete magical item for safety, transforming into the "Faceless Man" feature of human skin, which could ensure that the other party could not recognize her true identity.
"Are you the other 'witch' Sylvia was referring to?"
Triss took the initiative to speak, glancing towards the door from time to time. Behind the translucent glass, she could see the silhouette of the middle-aged man, illuminated by the light. He was like a statue, faithfully guarding the balcony.
Angel nodded cautiously without answering. She had no idea what Sylvia's plans for tonight were, but judging by her reaction, the "unexpected person" Sylvia mentioned must be Triss.
By the way, during her examination, I said that I also worked under Madam Sharon, and that I knew "Tris"... Did she think that I didn't know that she had become a witch and a woman, and wanted to give me a "surprise"?
After figuring this out instantly, Angel had a follow-up response plan.
"Oh, I recognized you from the necklace you were wearing. Sylvia said I knew you, but who are you?"
Her beautiful face was full of confusion. Triss tilted her head slightly and continued to ask.
This momentary expression was so endearing that it made Angel's chest pound and he almost wanted to tell the truth.
She immediately understood that this unique power of temptation in any movement was one of the characteristics of the "Witch of Pleasure".
The opponent is no longer a "Witch", but "Joy" who has been promoted to Sequence 6!
I wonder if Severia, or the Witch Cult, is aware of this...
Angel thought secretly, pretending to be puzzled, as if thinking about it. After a moment, his eyes widened and he said as if he suddenly understood:
"It's you, you Tris?"
Triss, whose identity was exposed, showed a hint of panic on her face, but then it was covered by a smile that showed she knew everything.
"As expected, you really know me. You are from Tingen City... Are you one of Sharon Hoy's other 'assassins'?"
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