The sight of the two women staring at each other was so out of place that it felt outright uncomfortable.

    Was this what it felt like to sit on a bed of thorns?

    ‘I don’t really know why they’re fighting, but...’

    Thinking he should mediate, Daniel forced a smile and spoke up.@@@@

    "Whether it’s silverware or goldware, they’re both used for meals, are they not? In the end, the choice of tableware is simply a matter of personal preference, so there’s no need to argue over it."

    Both women’s gazes turned to Daniel.

    Where the previous melody had been leisurely, the new one carried a slightly faster tempo.

    Judging by the brightened atmosphere of the piece, it was the signal for the highlight of the banquet—the dance.

    Seeing this as an opportunity to change the subject, Daniel quickly steered the conversation.

    "My, time has flown by. If possible, may I have the honor of witnessing Your Highness’s dance?"

    Selvia wasn’t pleased with how deftly Daniel dodged the question like a slippery snake, but she decided to let it slide this time and nodded.

    "If you’ll be my partner, then I don’t see why not. Shall we dance together?"

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