"Amon, this is Duke Abraham, Bethel, this is Amon, the Angel of Time, the youngest son of the Creator."

Thoth naturally introduced the two sides, and although Amon and Bethel would not have been unaware that they were at the top of each other's paths with the spiritual instincts of the king of angels, social situations always needed to be embellished with additional language.

"Nice to meet you."

Amon smiled gracefully, "Your eyes are similar to your uncle's grandfather—could it be that blue eyes are some fine tradition of the Abrahamic family?"

"You're so humorous."

Bethel quickly reflected what he was talking about, and smiled slightly, "I've heard about you since I was a traveler, and I'm honored to see you for what you really are."

Then came the usual social session, where, like any hospitable host, Bethel asked with concern whether the wine and food at the banquet were to Amun's taste, and they took the glasses from the waiter's silver tray and politely toasted the beautiful evening.

The crisp sound of clinking glasses was like some kind of signal, the angels who were still watching just now, and the leaders of each family came one after another, and Amon also responded to the continuous greetings with ease, compliments and temptations, and there was always a relaxed and pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth - although it was not clear whether he was rolling his eyes at anyone in his heart, but the surface kung fu would definitely give him a full score.

"Behold, that is the son of the true Creator, the legendary Angel of Time......

"Oh, what an elegant and mysterious He is......

"His Highness looks so young, and he looks like a child standing with His Highness Abraham."

"Hehe, it seems that this is true, but if you really want to talk about it, His Royal Highness Angel should be older......

"Speaking of which, my ancestral texts say that His Highness Amun should have another brother."

"Really? And there's such a thing!"

When the angels went to negotiate, their families were not idle, talking about the mysterious and ethereal legends of the previous era, and at the same time casting glances at the big men with excitement and nervousness, and the atmosphere was visibly eager, and when the Medici came to the scene, this eagerness rose to a new level—the intoxicating exclamations that came from the mouths of the ladies and also from the mouths of several men, reminiscent of the spring when all things were in reproduction, and then they carried the layers of skirts like hibiscus flowers towards the Medici, Greetings, dancing, and offering pillows—the Medici was always open to this, and there were so many men and women who had ever been men and women who had rolled over His bed, and that His dewy lover had mostly rejoiced with Him in the mood of winning the lottery.

In the midst of envious and jealous eyes, tonight's winners were born - a faceless boy from the Zarathu family and a conspirator girl with maroon hair.

Thoth saw the sight of the left and right hugging from afar, because he thought the girl was a little familiar, and looked at it twice, and finally remembered that he had a relationship with the other party in the garrison of the "Red of War" legion.

No, wait.

Three people...... Three people?!

So is the Medici above or below? Uh, or maybe somewhere in between? ….

The itching from his palm startled Thoth, interrupting the speculation that was beginning to develop in the direction of ***, he held back the twitching of his face, quickly grabbed the two fingers that tried to make him itch out laughing, and tried to brew a serious expression.

"So many people watching, don't make a fuss."

"But I'm bored."

The Troublemaker justifiably said that after Abraham, Amon dealt with Augustus, Trenthorst, and Ornia, Queen of the Blood Moon.

Thoth sighed, "But it's only been half an hour, and you've counted how many angels you've seen?"

Amon pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, "But what they say is the same, and my ears are calloused."

An earl in an exaggerated hat approached them, but halfway through he suddenly looked confused, and then he reversed course and went to the table to fetch a piece of kidney pie.

The same was true of the other nobles who wanted to mingle with each other, and the thought of accosting them was replaced by an empty hunger that had come from a manservant with a rolling throat, transferred to their belly by the hands of the thieves.

"Okay, so what do you want?"

"It's not good, I just want some music to wash my ears full of polite words."

A flash of brilliance flashed through the monocle, and the sound of light music echoed through the banquet hall, reminiscent of a deer bouncing in the forest.

The people who were hungry and chatting thought that the dance had begun, and they all found their dance partners and stood in pairs.

Behind the black veil, the court musicians who were recuperating their strength looked at me, I looked at you, as if they didn't understand what was happening, this piece was not from them, they were holding teacups and pies, not trumpets, harps or other instruments.

"By the way, let's move my stiff body."

Rarely, Thoth raised a sly smile, bent slightly under Amon's astonished gaze, and stretched out a hand, his expression soft and sincere, and colored ambiguously by the fluttering candlelight—anyone who looked at him would miss a beat.

「Shalledae？」

He said in the same English that Amon had taught him not long ago, and by the way, he reviewed the results of his studies in stages.

The slight gasping sound of the surrounding spectators, the hidden sage always gives people a subtle and conservative impression, as the saying goes, "when things go wrong, there must be demons", his initiative is like a trap, but it is difficult to resist because of its rarity.

"Let's say okay first, I won't do women's steps."

Amon put his palm on the palm that was close at hand, trying to hide his distraction by diverting the subject—those purple eyes seemed to have been charmed by a witch, turning into a sea of warmth and veins, and if he was not careful, he would be drowned in them.

"It's okay, I'll just do it."

Thoth adjusted to a female step, and a smile of triumph hung on his lips, and anyone could tell that he was in a good mood.

At the same dinner, some people were in a good mood to the naked eye, and some people were in a constant depression as if they were shrouded in smog, the former like Thoth, the latter like Ornia - but this is not to blame him, after all, few people can show a smile when an angel defects from the clan and there is no news, if there is, it must be forced to smile. ….

Ornia did not want to force a smile or let people see her frustration, and after a courtesy meeting with Amun, she left the affairs of the trip to her cronies and went to the dark and cold terrace herself.

The light of the red moon obscures his form, and those who have fallen for the god of beauty return disappointed after a fruitless search—but not the hidden sage with the eye of prying.

"Your Highness Ornia, don't come unharmed."

Looking at the seemingly empty terrace, Thoth said tentatively.

The moonlight on the white stone fence floated for a moment, and then danced as if it had been given life, converging into Ornia's slender figure.

"Your Highness Thoth, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Ornia lifted the asymmetrical hem of her skirt, and she raised a charming smile to hide the tiredness on her face.

Thoth didn't intend to say any more useless polite words, and took something out of his wide sleeve, and Ornia's blood-colored pupils shrank in shock when she saw it.

"You...... How could you have that?!"

A ring rests quietly in Thoth's palm, translucent, as if made of blood-red amber, topped with a blood-red gemstone.

The last time Ornia saw it was in the distant Age of Chaos, on Lilith's finger! As his servant, his kinsman, Ornia felt a familiar breath from the ring for the first time in a long time—but how was that possible? In the battle between Fregela and Kvasithun, the ancestors were clearly distinguished......

Doubts followed, but Ornia suppressed the urge to spit them out, and there was a lot of noise not far away, this was not the place to discuss secrets.

He said tentatively, "Tomorrow at seven o'clock in the evening,

I wonder if you'll have time to visit the Crescent?"

Thoth bowed slightly, "I'll be there on time."

He placed Lilith's ring on the marble platform of the terrace, and then returned to the lit banquet room, and chatted and laughed with acquaintances as if nothing had happened, while Ornia remained in the cool night, carefully holding the ring, and holding it reverently to her heart.

./hariot