"Because a kiss on the hand is a gesture of respect from a man to a woman."
Victor's voice rang out calmly, his fingers tapping lightly on the tablecloth as he explained to Cocotte:
"In the Empire, if a nobleman kisses a lady's hand, then that lady must be married."
Cocotte: "?"
Koko looked puzzled, then turned to look at Leah, who was nodding in agreement. His clear eyes held a mixture of foolishness and shock.
Oh, you're playing me?
Lia cupped her breasts with both hands, displaying an expression that was both pitying and somewhat mocking:
"If you don't think about it carefully, if it weren't for this hand-kissing gift today, you wouldn't even be able to get away to chat with us right now."
Cocotte paused for a moment, then turned to look.
Those nobles, dressed in their finest attire and exuding an air of elegance, were holding wine glasses, subtle smiles playing on their lips.
He seemed to be deliberating whether or not to take the initiative to greet the Elf Queen.
Lia's gaze followed Kokot's to the group of nobles gathered together, and she said with a smile;
"Although these human nobles are secretly dirtier than anyone else, they are impeccable in their outward manners."
“Even if you are the Elf Queen, as a noble, their etiquette does not allow them to casually strike up a conversation with a married woman.”
They will only respond enthusiastically if a married woman initiates the conversation.
This is basic etiquette that a gentleman should have.
As for the hand-kissing gesture, even if they want to imitate Viktor, they have to consider whether they are qualified.
Clearly, no one in the arena dared to claim superiority over Viktor, no matter how noble their status might be.
Just as the three were chatting, a series of crisp and hurried footsteps suddenly broke the silence.
It was as if a golden light shone from the side, slowly approaching the dining table.
The eldest prince smiled, raised his wine glass, and gave Victor a friendly greeting.
"Count Victor".
Turning his head, the eldest prince was surprised to find that the Clavner family of three had gathered there.
He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over Lia and Kokot.
Lia's expression became somewhat unfriendly when she saw him.
Fortunately, the eldest prince knew he had come to see Viktor for something, so he quickly spoke to Viktor:
"Could we speak in private?"
Victor turned and glanced at Lia.
The latter raised an eyebrow slightly, rolled his eyes as if in exasperation, and then waved to Viktor:
"Go ahead, go ahead."
"Do you think I can stop you from leaving?"
Do I need my sister's permission?
The eldest prince stared at the scene in astonishment, momentarily stunned.
Having received consent, Victor nodded, stood up, and said to the eldest prince:
Let's go.
Having said that, he walked away first.
The eldest prince could only watch Victor's retreating figure and responded with some confusion:
"Okay...okay."
Now he really couldn't understand who was the head of this family.
As Viktor and the Crown Prince left, Kokot plopped down in the spot where Viktor had just been sitting.
She immediately remembered the topic they hadn't finished discussing and eagerly continued her conversation with Leah:
"No, we're not finished yet."
"Why do you have to use the fact that I'm married? There must be a better solution!"
Koko frowned slightly, leaned forward, and pressed his body against the dining table, as if he wanted to stick to Leah.
Despite her age, she's still a pure and innocent girl who has never been in a relationship.
However, Leah merely glanced at her and gave a soft hum:
"Excuse me."
“Victor is the only man in my family.”
"Goose?"
...
The magnificent banquet hall was still bustling with activity.
However, the second floor of the banquet hall is rarely visited.
The banquet had gone on until late at night, and the terrace outside on the second floor was so quiet that you could hear the howling wind outside.
Erica, wrapped in a heavy dress, felt the cold wind outside and instinctively wrapped her furry clothes even tighter.
She breathed out white vapor as she walked up the steps to the terrace.
As soon as I stepped onto the terrace, I saw a man in a sharp suit.
The other person had their back to her, looking up at the sky, as if they couldn't feel the cold at all.
In the pitch-black sky, strangely shaped, crystal-clear snowflakes drifted down, like a scene from a dream.
Feeling the snowflakes gently land on his shoulder, Riboot listened to the footsteps behind him and spoke softly:
"Niece Erica, it's snowing today."
He slowly turned around and gave Erica a gentle smile:
"It seems you must be eager to know something to come to me."
His eyes shimmered with a golden light.
In the wind and snow, it is like the only light guiding the way in a lighthouse.
"For example, where your mother is."
"Is it right?"
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