These were the stairs leading to Countess Mister's room in the castle.
*Click clack*—the sound of weapons clashing—as two guards barred his way at the entrance, saying sternly, "The esteemed guest is requested to halt."
The loyal guards, of course, wouldn't let an outsider offend their lady so easily.
As this scene unfolded, not only the guests, but also the trial students observing from every corner, one by one, revealed entertained smiles on their faces.
Almost every man at the banquet lusted after the Countess's beauty. How could they so easily allow you to see her?
Leonard Churchill didn't feel embarrassed; he didn't leave, either. A casual smile played on his lips as he waited a moment.
At that, a brown-haired vampire maid descended the stairs and said to the guards, "This gentleman... is a guest of the lady."
With that, the maid glanced at him and, her expression brightening, she invited, "Sir, the Countess invites you upstairs."
"This is my honor."