That was a little girl with beautiful brown hair.
She was wearing a pure white dress, innocent and cute, which starkly contrasted with the debauched, corrupt atmosphere of the Drunk Dream Saloon.
For some reason, when Charlotte saw her, an inexplicable sense of closeness suddenly emerged in her heart.
"Who are you?"
Charlotte asked in a deep voice.
"Master, whom are you talking to?"
Beside Charlotte, came the curious voice of Sebastian.
Hm?
Charlotte glanced at the Flame Elf beside her and frowned slightly.
"You didn't see her?"
"Her? Who?"
Sebastian appeared somewhat puzzled.
"A little girl in a dress."
Charlotte said.
However, no sooner had she spoken than she was startled once more.
Where the little girl had appeared, there was now no one.
Another illusion?
Charlotte's frown deepened.
At that moment, bustling noise came from the outer hall, where many nobles in masks, who had been indulging in entertainment, were now dressing and heading towards the outer hall.