LXII

Chapter 62

<7th Day Of Sixth Month Of 1081st Year of Lisbon Calendar>

"Hm?" Looking up at the ceilings, I knit my brows.

Someone- or something was just spying on us. I'm not sure if they were here for me specifically as the peeker seemed to be able to see the whole VIP section of the banquet hall.

I spread out my mana in the air and I don't sense any artifacts capable of that so, they probably used magic. Most likely Space Magic with at least base order of 45.

Better not be more trouble. My mom's state alone is plenty enough on my plate.

"My lady? My lady." Sara's slightly urgent yet whispery voice breaks my state of extreme focus.

"Eh?" My eyes meet Sara's and as she sees that my conciseness has returned, she gestures in the direction of our table's third seat.

Beside it is a male with his right hand placed in its frame.

"Pardon me, pretty lady, but could I have the honor of having your company on the dance floor?'