Mrs. Chester and Mrs. Lamont, who were running two major salons in the capital, were gathered in one place. Marianne felt so uncomfortable, sandwiched between them. Given the extreme unease of the host who was seated at the head table, other guests near her and those sitting at the end of the tables felt just as uncomfortable and could not even breathe.
Agonizing over how to cool the overheated atmosphere, Marianne suddenly clapped her hands. All the guests fixed their gaze at her instantly as if they promised.
"Gifts for you! I forgot the gifts!"
Her cheerful voice rang out in every nook and corner of the parlor. Cordelli quickly noticed it and beckoned the maid standing at the door to bring the gifts.
Shortly after the maid disappeared, well-dressed maids and good-looking servants came in with something in their arms.
"Wow, it looks like the leaves of Goddess Anthea! Next to it is the divine stone of our main god Airius, right?"