"My, my, what a remarkably handsome young man. His aura is quite unique as well. Just look at the three girls beside him—every single one of them looks like she stepped straight out of a painting. I wonder which grand families raised such exquisite young ladies."
The noblewoman who had been speaking with Wendy lightly dabbed her handkerchief against the corner of her mouth, her eyes following Greg's group with keen interest as they walked toward the inner section. She lowered her voice and sighed in admiration to Wendy.
Hearing this, Wendy snapped back from her brief trance while watching Greg's party.
She quickly adjusted her expression, putting back on her gentle and graceful smile, and replied in a soft voice:
"You are quite right, My Lady. That young master and the three young ladies possess a truly extraordinary air. They must hail from exceptionally prominent families, or perhaps they are distinguished guests from afar."
How careless of me to zone out just now.
Wendy chided herself internally.
After all, she had exerted a great deal of effort to establish a connection with Countess Margaret, who held considerable influence within the high-society circle of noblewomen in the City of Glory.
The countess was quite intrigued by the mysterious faith of the Goddess of Night.
Wendy hoped to use her as a stepping stone to quietly sow the seeds of faith in the Goddess of Night into the social circle of noblewomen in this city.
This was her most crucial task at present, and she could not afford to be distracted by any accident.
However, the four people who had just entered the restaurant were simply far too eye-catching.
Their looks, aura, and attire all declared their extraordinary backgrounds.
Especially that blonde young man. Though he appeared quite young, he possessed an indescribable presence that made him the undisputed focal point even while surrounded by three peerlessly beautiful girls.
If... if I had the chance to get acquainted with them and establish an initial connection... perhaps we could use their influence to spread the faith of the night to a much broader scope in the future.
The thought made her heart surge with excitement.
However, rationality quickly poured a bucket of cold water over her enthusiasm.
She glanced at Countess Margaret across from her, who was still watching Greg's table with interest.
Things had only just opened up with the countess; she could not afford to give her the cold shoulder. Leaving the lady behind to strike up a conversation with strangers was not only rude, but might also ruin all her hard work... Yet, such an opportunity was rare.
If she missed this chance, who knew when she would ever encounter them again?
Even if I cannot go myself... perhaps...
Wendy's gaze discreetly drifted toward her companion beside her, who was still buried headfirst in fighting a plate of roast ribs, completely oblivious to everything around her.
Though it is a bit risky... for the cause of the religious order, it seems it is time to rely on the power of the Lord Vice Bishop once more!
Wendy took a deep breath. While Countess Margaret was still gazing in Greg's direction, seemingly absorbed in admiration, Wendy leaned sideways and called out softly in a volume only the two of them could hear:
"Lady Allie."
"Hm?"
Allie, with her dark golden hair, finally raised her head from the delicious food upon hearing the call.
Although there was a tiny grease stain on the corner of her mouth, based solely on her looks, she didn't lose out to anyone present.
Allie licked her fingertip and asked mumblingly:
"What is it? Are you done talking already? Can we stay longer? I'm not even full yet."
She assumed Wendy's conversation with the noblewoman had ended and worried that her work meal was about to be cut short.
"No, Lady Allie."
Wendy maintained a respectful tone, though her speaking pace quickened slightly: "Actually, there is another small matter that I might need to trouble you with."
Hearing this, Allie replied without a second thought, "Fighting is fine. Anything else, forget it."
Having said that, she immediately lowered her head again, intending to continue tackling the remaining food on her plate, as if terrified Wendy would make a request that delayed her eating.
"..."
Wendy was silent for a moment, feeling a wave of helplessness toward the Vice Bishop's simple and direct way of thinking, though it was hardly unexpected.
Steeling her resolve, she decided to pull out her ultimate trump card.
She dropped her voice even lower, adding a tempting lure to her tone:
"Lady Allie, didn't you often say before... that you wanted the Lord Bishop to see you in a new light?"
Clack.
The silver dining knife in Allie's hand lightly hit the edge of the plate, letting out a soft, crisp sound.
Her chewing motion ground to a halt.
Wendy nodded inwardly with satisfaction.
As expected, this trick never fails.
Although she had never met that mysterious Lord Bishop, knew nothing of their identity or appearance, and didn't even know if they were male or female, based on her deduction, the Lord Bishop was bound to be an incomparably powerful figure of unfathomable strength.
Otherwise, there was simply no explaining why every time she brought up "making the Bishop see you in a new light," this Vice Bishop Lady Allie—who usually preferred lying down over sitting and eating over working—would suddenly become abnormally motivated, willing to carry out bothersome tasks she would normally never touch.
"........."
After a brief silence, Allie raised her head once more.
She casually wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth with a napkin. Her eyes, which usually looked somewhat lazy, now glimmered with a sharp glint as she looked at Wendy:
"What do you need me to do?"
Wendy's spirits lifted, and she immediately gave instructions in the most concise and clear manner:
"It isn't anything complex or difficult, actually. Lady Allie, I just need you to... go over there."
She subtly gestured with her eyes toward Greg and the others:
"Get on familiar terms with them, and then... ideally, get a general sense of their identities and backgrounds. Nothing too deep, just touch upon it lightly."
Allie looked in the direction Wendy indicated, her gaze passing over several dining tables to land on the four people who had just sat down in the inner section.
First to catch her eyes were the three beautiful young girls, each with a distinct look and aura—they were indeed quite striking.
However, Allie's gaze didn't linger on them for long. Instead, it swiftly shifted to the blonde young man whose back was turned toward her direction, though his side profile remained distinctly recognizable.
The moment her eyes landed on that figure, Allie froze completely.
In just a second or two, the expression on her face went from confusion to recognition, and finally settled into a dark, shadowy gloom.
Meanwhile, Wendy—who was waiting for Allie to nod reluctantly as usual so she could turn back to deal with Countess Margaret—quickly noticed her companion's abnormal reaction.
Puzzled, she turned her head, looking at Allie, who was now emanating a terrifying aura.
Huh? Why is Lady Allie... making that face? Could there be some grudge between them?
At that moment, the gentle smile on her face faltered for the first time, and her heart began to race with apprehension.
She suddenly began to suspect whether her idea just now had accidentally poked a hornet's nest.
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