Greet Lalarin Relestel.

Before you can blink, the matron of the house wanders off and is promptly covered by many in hopes that mingling with her will increase their own status by proxy. However, she isn't your goal right now anyway. The one left to her own devices is the one they call Lalarin, but you know her by a different name. She has just concluded a short conversation with Imaeris, so now's your change. You hurry on over in hopes you don't look too conspicuous.

You approach the gorgeous noblelady. It almost catches you by surprise just how stunning she looks. It's quite different seeing her wear a bold dress and expensive jewellery instead of a bright green spandex suit.

When she notices you, she looks shocked for a brief moment before finding her composure.

"Greetings, Lady Relestel," you say.

She smiles sweetly. "Ah. A greetings to you as well. I am almost certain we have never met before as well."

Wait. Is she serious? How does she have a secret identity? I can see her struggling and I haven't even said anything else. Well, I might as well enjoy it.

"My name is Kyle Warren. I am uncertain if the Lady of the house was who invited me, but I thank you both. Your ball is wonderful."

"Ah. It was definitely not I that invited you. It must have been my mother."

This is really depressing. Not even that she can't hide the truth at all. Just that somehow, nobody has found out yet.

"May I speak with you about something that is quite interesting to me? You see, I have only moved to this city recently, yet something has caught my attention. Perhaps you know more about it than I. There is this supposed super heroine that goes by the name of Rabbit's Foot. Have you heard of her?"

She starts to fluster. "Ah. Yes. I heard that she is quite impressive."

She keeps replying in the same way every time. I didn't know someone could be this bad of a liar.

"I heard that recently, her clothing had torn apart from a battle with a dangerous foe, and many saw her bare chest. How scandalous!"

Instinctively, she wraps her arms around her bust. "N-No. That probably didn't happen."

"Do you think she wears such a tight outfit because she enjoys the sensation?"

"Okay s-stop!" She looks around herself, and then leans in close. "You win. I know what you're trying to do. I don't know how you figured me out, but I'm the only that suggested we invite you as an adventurer guest. Just shush up before someone gets suspicious. Also, no I don't. I wear it because it looks heroic! It looks heroic, right?"

She clears her throat and steps back again to return to acting formal. "I would speak with you later. For now, I have certain responsibilities to attend to." Then she whispers, "Unfortunately."

The girl chuckles as she steps away--heels clicking against the wooden floor.