He certainly doesn't think he has the qualifications to be approached, no matter his appearance or family background.

"Of course, it's up to you."

Seeing the girl's polite smile, Bonaparte's anger subsided by 30%.

The girl may not be stunning, but she has an elegance that makes people feel peaceful, as fresh as a flower bud with dew in the morning.

Bonaparte was sure that he did not know her.

When she appeared at the banquet, she attracted the attention of many people. Although she didn't know her name, she didn't expect that she would put aside the socializing at the ball and come to him.

The girl was shy and lively. She picked up a glass of red wine from the banquet and raised it towards Bonaparte.

"Sorry, the things they talked about were too boring. The political situation always makes people sleepy. I can't express any opinions. I have to find a quiet place to hide for a while. I won't disturb you, right?"

No one would dislike a beautiful and polite girl, and Bonaparte was the same. He even felt a little ashamed in front of her, so he raised the wine glass at hand.

"No, well, there's nothing wrong with that. Just do as you please."

After giving a perfunctory answer, Bonaparte suspected that she had just rescued him. When he raised his head to drink from the cup, he looked at the place where they were whispering, and sure enough, no one was there anymore.

The girl smiled sweetly and took a sip. She was not alienated by Bonaparte's appearance, but her decent behavior showed that she was indeed here just to take a break and chat a few words as she said just now.

"My name is Sabrina, nice to meet you, sir."

"Bonaparte."

After briefly telling her his name, Bonaparte briefly recalled that she seemed to be the youngest daughter of a certain earl, and was considered a high-ranking person among the nobles at this banquet.

"Bonaparte? Are you the one from Corsica?"

The girl was a little surprised, as if she had discovered some rare species, but again, he was the only one wearing a school-issued military uniform during the entire dinner, so it was no wonder that he attracted attention.

"Perhaps the infamous one."

Bonaparte's absent-minded and cold response may have made the girl feel a little embarrassed: "Why don't you go to the ball? I saw you sitting here for a long time."

How boring do you have to be to keep paying attention to him?

Bonaparte turned his face to the center of the dance floor where the singing and dancing was taking place.

The aristocratic young people in attendance, each with their female companions on their arms, swayed their waists and strolled to the music slowly flowing from the record player.

A young man with chestnut hair was putting his hand on the girl's waist and walking around, savoring the slenderness in his palm. Feeling the gaze from Bonaparte, he raised his eyebrows at him ambiguously, and then moved toward Sabrina's position.

Mouth.

"Like you, I don't have much interest in those topics, and I'm not familiar with them."

Bonaparte glared at the chestnut-haired boy with dissatisfaction, and then said perfunctorily to the girl.

If he hadn't been forcefully pulled over by Kane, one of his few friends, he wouldn't have come to this dinner party for French nobles. Thinking about it, he had nothing to talk about with those French people.
Chapter completed!