At eleven o'clock at night, Leipzig was still brightly lit.
In the city center of Leipzig, within a manor on Bronze Avenue, guests were continuously leaving the venue.
A middle-aged man, whose black hair was somewhat sparse but still neatly combed back and polished to almost a shining degree, was holding a glass of red wine and smiling as he nodded to bid farewell to his guests.
At that moment, a young girl dressed in a light gold-yellow skirt, seemingly only seventeen or eighteen years old with long, curly blonde hair, suddenly mustered the courage to step forward and greeted: "Earl!"
"Hmm?"
The middle-aged man replied with a gentle smile, his tone almost affectionate: "What is it, our star of the gathering? Did you enjoy the party, Christina?"
"I had a great time, Count Dorn! Thank you so much for inviting me to your banquet..."