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Andrew returned to his seat. His dancing partner passed him a lemon, and he chewed it.

The lemon juice stained his tongue and teeth, and the sourness made Andrew feel even more jealous.

”Why did Sherlock, who has just graduated, save Winterfell? Why did he have such a good dancing troupe of Gnomes and Houndhead Men? Why do I have a single dance partner while he has tens of dancers? Why is he taller than me? Why is his Succubus prettier than mine? Why?”

Andrew closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair. He felt the power derived from this jealousy. He breathed comfortably and said, ”Ah, power, I feel unlimited power. I haven't felt such strong jealousy due to another creature.”

His dancing partner didn't know what to say and dared not speak.

The Ball continued. As the main character for the Ball, nobody dared to approach Andrew as he was too jealous. He was distorted by jealousy, so nobody wanted to antagonize him.

Andrew recovered himself. Then, he stood up and smiled as he socialized with the other Dungeon Lords and nobles.

Though the guests would like to chat with Sherlock and his servants, they were unable to do so as they didn't understand what the gamers were talking about.

On the other hand, Sherlock was indifferent to their socializing attempts. With the existence of the gamers, his Dungeon was perpetually in an isolated state. Too much interaction was actually a bad thing.

The Ball became more charged after the dance competition between Andrew and Sherlock.

While everyone was enjoying themselves, Evelynn was struggling in her dilemma.

Though she was Lord Sherlock's dance partner, she hadn't danced with Lord Sherlock.

Though she wanted to request a dance several times, Lord Sherlock seemed preoccupied with other matters.

Eggface would choke as he ate too much, so Lord Sherlock had to pat him. Yoda was drunk, so Lord Sherlock had to carry him back. Brainiac was emotionless for a long time, so his bones were out of alignment, and Sherlock helped him to adjust the bones.

The other gamers agreed to help Beast so that he wouldn't break down. Sherlock had to comfort him.

And there were 40 Gnomes and Houndhead Men who created trouble.

When Evelynn saw a window of opportunity, she drummed up her courage and asked Sherlock, ”Lord Sherlock! Shall we dance?”

”Pom!”

Before Sherlock answered, the door of the Ballroom opened. A young lady in a black gown stood at the entrance. Behind her were three timid Hamsters who were looking around.

The dancing crowd on the dance floor stopped, and many people whispered among themselves.

”Is she the Fallen Angel? Lilo?”

”I remember, numerous nobles went to her manor but were turned back at the door.”