The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

Gray's lips twitched.

Oh no, this girl is going to use me as a shield.

Inexplicably, he became Philippa's dance partner again.

A flat denial would displease Philippa, while remaining silent would offend Lucas, the prime minister's son—in fact, he already had.

From the moment Lucas appeared, and Philippa pretended to be friendly in an attempt to drive him away, Gray already had no way out.

They either offended this mysterious young woman, or they offended the son of a prime minister.

This girl has been driven to such a point by Gray. Could it be that beneath her innocent and adorable appearance lies an extremely cunning and ruthless heart?

No, a girl of that age, similar to me now, shouldn't be that cunning. She simply dislikes Lucas and wants to get rid of him.

Gray felt that the childlike innocence on Philippa's face during their inexplicable feeding play earlier was genuine.

Even with Grena's keen senses, he couldn't see the problem.

Since we're going to offend someone anyway, let's just offend the prime minister's son, whom Gray finds repulsive.

It's impossible to refuse Philippa and ask her to dance with Lucas, is it?

Isn't this also a kind of minotaur?

Having considered the pros and cons, Gray decided to remain silent to prevent Lucas's hatred towards him from deepening further.

"I see." Lucas tried his best to maintain a stiff smile, but still couldn't give up and extended the invitation again.

"Would Miss Philippa do me the honor of joining me for a second dance after you have finished dancing with Mr. Brandt?"

Gray, standing to the side, was speechless. This guy was a total simp.

There's a time when Pleasant Goat is exhausted, and Pretty Goat calls on Boiling Goat to give him a push.

Moreover, even if Philippa agreed, given the height difference between the two, could they really dance together?

This head is almost two heads short, isn't it?

After Gray finished his rant, Philippa showed no intention of giving Lucas any face.

"No, I'll only dance one dance."

After saying that, Philippa grabbed Gray's hand and quickly led him away from the scene, leaving Lucas standing there alone.

Gray glanced at Lucas silently.

You didn't react at all? Does that mean you have a good temper, or that you're good at hiding your emotions?

Avoid their sharp edge and yield to their demands?

Perhaps he was making a fool of himself, or perhaps his smile was about to crumble, but in any case, Lucas wisely didn't follow.

"Um... Miss Philippa? Are you really going to jump later?"

Philippa led Gray through the crowd until Lucas was out of sight.

“Of course, otherwise if he sees that I’m not dancing, he’ll come looking for trouble again.” Philippa turned to look at Gray.

"Can't you jump?"

"I can still do some simple ballroom dancing," Gray replied, meeting Philippa's clear gaze.

As a member of the nobility, etiquette was a compulsory subject, and Grey was no exception. Dance was also an essential part of etiquette.

After all, there aren't many forms of entertainment in the world. The most common forms of entertainment among nobles are banquets and balls. In order to build relationships with other nobles, dancing naturally became a required course in etiquette classes.

"Isn't that okay?"

Philippa found a place to sit down and waited for the dance segment to begin.

After a long while, as the melodious piano music began, couples began to dance gracefully under the lights of the banquet.

The ladies were dressed in elegant evening gowns, some in off-the-shoulder gowns, others in sexy mini-skirts, their headpieces and jewelry gleaming under the lights. The gentlemen wore sharp suits, bow ties and ties highlighting their gentlemanly demeanor.

Philippa stood up and stretched out her fair and delicate hand.

"Watch your jump, don't step on my foot."

Gray sighed and took Philippa's hand.

"Understood, beautiful lady."

Philippa gently placed her hand in the crook of Gray's outstretched arm, her fingers lightly resting on his suit, feeling his firm yet tender strength. Gray, in turn, gently grasped Philippa's hand with his other hand, their eyes met, and to the rhythm of the music, they began to dance.

As the organ's melody flowed gently, Gray guided Philippa to take her first step to the left. His steps were steady and powerful, each one rhythmic. Philippa followed lightly, her skirt swaying gently with her movements, rising and falling like waves.

Their bodies leaned slightly forward, and they began a slow, square dance. Gray's steps were precise on every beat, while Philippa, like a blooming flower, spun around as Gray led her. Her movements were elegant and fluid, each turn carrying an indescribable charm.

As they twirled, Philippa's skirt unfurled like a flower, her arms tracing elegant arcs in the air, as if telling a silent story. The precise and powerful greyhound steps guided Philippa's rhythmic dance.

As the music quickened, their dance steps became more lively. Gray gently pulled Philippa along, making her spin rapidly in the air, her skirt tracing a beautiful path like a cloud. After the spin, she gracefully returned to Gray's embrace, their eyes meeting once more, stirring a strange and wonderful feeling within them.

Strange, my cheeks feel warm.

During the climax of the dance, their feet barely touched the ground as they darted across the dance floor, as if their bodies had become one with the music. Every turn Gray made, every leap Philippa made, was so harmonious, as if their dance was the perfect interpretation of the music.

Finally, the music slowed down, and their dance steps gradually decelerated. On the last melodious note, Gray gently bowed his head, and Philippa gracefully curtsied. Their dance came to a perfect end amidst applause.

"That was a good jump."

The rosy cheeks of Philippa were faintly visible in the colorful lights.

"Thanks for the compliment, you're not bad either," Gray chuckled.

Meeting Gray's gaze, Philippa turned her head away shyly, her face flushing even more.

Strange, my heart is beating so fast, and why can't I look at his face?

"How about... another dance?" Philippa's voice was barely audible, her tone trembling slightly, like the softest starlight in the night sky, shimmering with dazzling light.

"Yes, I'd be happy to."

After the banquet, Gray got into his carriage and prepared to return to his territory.

Inside the palace, Philippa inquired about Gray from her attendants.

"His name is Grey Brandt, right?"

As soon as Ed got into the carriage, he excitedly grabbed Gray's shoulders and shook him violently.

"Well, how did you get involved with Princess Philippa?"

Princess, indeed, has a noble status.

For Gray, the banquet experience was merely a minor episode on his path to becoming a Shadow Warrior.

However, for Princess Philippa, it was an unforgettable experience.