My Destiny To Be Loved By The Villains[part 2 ]

Chapter 150: Invitation (3)

༺ Invitation (3) ༻

Faenol expressionlessly gulped down the wine served as an aperitif.

She couldn't remember how many glasses she had emptied, but judging by the concerned look of the waiter who had been diligently serving her, she deduced that she must have consumed quite the number.

This clearly wasn't her normal behavior.

In the first place, she wasn't one to enjoy alcohol, and gulping down this much aperitif already drove her on the line between rudeness and eccentricity. If she were behaving like normal, she would have never done this.

'...How fascinating.'

But, she couldn't care less about that in her current state.

She smiled faintly to herself as she smelled the faint scent of grapes that tickled her nostrils.

Her sense of taste had definitely come back, all thanks to that man.

"Did you find something uncomfortable?"

Such words flowed from the seat next to her.

When she turned her head to find out the owner of that voice, her eyes met Lady Tristan's. As always, the lady was wearing her usual expressionless face.

It seemed like she found Faenol's current state odd, that was why she made such a remark.

"...My clothes do feel uncomfortable."

Hearing Faenol saying such words with a smile, Eleanor tilted her head before replying to her.

"Indeed, the area around your chest does look rather tight. But, why would someone with such a voluptuous bosom like you wear such tight attire?"

"..."

"Right, having such a large bosom does give one various inconveniences. I do have a few useful tips to share, if you mind listening to me."

"...Thank you for your words, Lady Tristan, but it is not necessary."

'What is she even on about? Hers are way bigger...'

Faenol chuckled, continuing the conversation.

"It was just an expression to say that I am not used to these sorts of places."

Instead of telling the truth of how she managed to regain her lost senses, she chose to steer the conversation in a different direction instead.

Though, the statement she made was undoubtedly the truth.

"After all, I am a commoner. Normally, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to attend such a grand occasion."

While this might have been a dinner, nothing more, nothing less, the host was someone whose position was almost equal to the Empress.

An entire entourage was bustling around to accommodate such an individual.

"Wouldn't you have had many opportunities to enter social circles? Are you not an apprentice of the Magic Tower?"

Faenol's eyes widened as she looked towards Eleanor.

'How does this woman know about my past?'

"The Student Council manages all the personal details of every student in the academy."

Eleanor continued in her blunt voice.

"I heard you had ties with Dean Percy of the Magic School. Is that not so?"

"..."

Faenol wore a bitter smile as she put down her glass.