In the world of Moe King, I became the ruler of ice.

Gransta pointed to the disappearance of the disguise on the silver-haired elf's face. There were people all around, and if she were recognized, things would get really messed up.

Upon hearing Gransta's reminder, the silver-haired female elf reached out and touched her face, then her face immediately froze.

"You...you saw everything?" She immediately reactivated her disguise skill, but a faint threat lurked in her gaze as she looked at Gransta.

Gulansta's heart tightened. Could it be that Her Majesty wouldn't...?

"Actually, I only saw a little bit clearly, um... it's quite beautiful."

The silver-haired female elf looked at Granstana's hurried explanation, her attitude gradually shifting from threatening to helpless, and then she sighed.

...

After receiving the gifts, Ailian searched for a familiar figure in the crowd. Finally, she spotted the figure in a corner. Her eyes lit up, and she gently lifted the hem of her skirt and walked over.

Upon approaching Gransta, he noticed an unfamiliar female elf beside him.

"Mr. Ice's Lament, what are you doing here? And who is this gentleman?"

When asked by Ellen, Granstad smiled politely and then introduced the silver-haired elf beside him.

"Miss Ellen, this interesting friend is someone I just met."

The silver-haired female elf glanced at Gransta with slight displeasure. What a strange introduction.

Ailian covered her mouth and teased him, even cracking jokes:

"It seems Mr. Ice's Sorrow has quite the charm!"

Eileen looked at the silver-haired elf again and found that she was looking at her kindly.

"Mr. Ice's Lament, would you mind dancing with me?"

Ellen came over to invite Gransta to participate in the later part of the event, but it was really just to appease everyone and not let others know that she wasn't very good at dancing.

"You want to invite me?" Gransta pointed to himself suspiciously, then quickly denied it: "Sorry, I can't dance at all."

"That would be perfect." Ailian immediately perked up. What she was looking for was someone who couldn't dance, so she wouldn't feel awkward being alone.

"Hmm?" Gransta was surprised. Could this be another person who came to use him as a shield? Even the silver-haired female elf next to him couldn't help but laugh.

Ailian realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly put her hands together in apology, her tone pleading.

"Mr. Ice's Lament, I'm really sorry, I really can't find a suitable person, could you please act for me?"

"But I really can't dance." Gransta was stumped. He had only seen noble couples dancing in his previous life, and he didn't know how to dance at all.

"You could try learning it yourself. Princess Ailian is the main character today. Are you going to refuse?" The silver-haired elf became interested and joined in the persuasion.

"Ah, this..."

Just as Granstas was hesitating, a maid wearing an apron rushed over anxiously and grabbed Eileen's hand.

"Miss Ailian, we don't know why the cake from the banquet has disappeared. Everyone is anxious to discuss this with you."

Ailian immediately perked up upon hearing this; wasn't this just an excuse to leave? She gave the maid a thumbs-up. She turned her head with delight and politely bowed to Gransta, making no attempt to hide the ease in her tone.

"Mr. Ice's Lament, I have to take care of something and must leave now. I hope you and this beautiful lady have a good time."

After she finished speaking, she walked briskly away with the maid without looking back.

Gransta exchanged a knowing glance with the silver-haired elf, noticing the surprise in his eyes.

"Pfft, she's still the same as before." She smiled. She had seen Ailian fleeing as if she were running away. It seemed she would have to strictly teach her aristocratic etiquette from now on.

Gulansta felt relieved, as long as he didn't have to dance, but gradually he realized something was wrong.

The music in the venue started to change from soothing to upbeat, with a slightly slower tempo.

"It seems I have to leave." The silver-haired elf stopped smiling and turned to leave, but then paused and turned back in confusion.

"Hey, you still owe me money." How could Gransta let her leave? He hadn't even said how he was going to give him those two hundred gold coins.

The silver-haired elf was suddenly pulled back by Granstas, causing her to pause for a moment in surprise. Hearing Granstas mention the debt, she was immediately enraged.

"You..., humph!"

"Come to the palace to find me, and I'll give you the money."

After thinking for a while, Gransta realized that going to the palace might allow him to get up close to the World Tree, so he agreed.

But in just a short while, the people around them began to dance gracefully in pairs in the empty space. Most of them were relatively young and clever.

The young elves moved to the rhythm of the music, their hands on each other's waists, their gazes fixed on one another with unreadable expressions, and a strange atmosphere began to permeate the air.

This sudden change made him tighten his grip on the silver-haired elf's hand again. Gransta was a complete outsider and had no idea about the local customs.

"Excuse me... are all the magical dynasties this open-minded?"

Seeing pairs of male and female elves dancing gracefully around her, and especially after being pulled so forcefully by Granstas, the silver-haired female elf blushed a rare color on her beautiful face.

"What are you talking about..." She swallowed hard for a moment before explaining, "This was originally Ellen's birthday party, and most of the attendees were younger elves. This last part was to let..."

She found it hard to say it, and her face was getting noticeably redder...

Gulansta understood, but his face grew increasingly embarrassed.

Of everyone here, only the two of them were still standing there dumbfounded. He had already understood why Ailian had invited him to dance and then ran away so quickly.

Curious glances also fell upon them. Gransta decided that she would never again attend noble banquets out of boredom; what kind of event was this...?

"Let's go then... We seem a bit out of place."

The silver-haired female elf glared at Gransta with annoyance. Sure enough, if it weren't for this guy stopping her earlier, she would have already left.

"It's late. To create a good atmosphere, they'll close the banquet doors. We can't leave now."

"In that case, why don't we use our skills to hide ourselves?" Gransta tried to remain calm and was about to begin communicating with the Overlord.

Suddenly, a soft hand reached out and stopped him from doing anything. Gransta looked up in confusion and saw the silver-haired elf with a wicked smile on her lips.

"You don't seem to know how to dance yet... Well then, this Queen will personally teach you today..."

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