The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Sigmund was very unhappy.

It wasn't because of the dance with Princess Charlotte just now, it was the first dance he danced in public since time travel. Although he had no experience, the superhuman's powerful body control made him feel certain about this need. Activities that can be done well with physical coordination ability are easy to handle.

In addition, Princess Charlotte has a beautiful appearance and outstanding temperament, and her waist is soft... Well, in short, the dancing process is very wonderful.

But after it was over, when he was looking for something to soothe his throat and take a break, he unexpectedly received a note from the maid.

"Is it over yet?" Putting down his wine glass, Sigmund muttered to himself, "Does our Lord Duke still want me to dance the second dance?"

I found a place where no one was around, and quietly opened the note.

Snapped!

The note was shaken into powder by him, but the expression on Sigmund's face became dull.

"Invite me to a dance, S."

As soon as he looked up, he saw a figure standing by the stone pillar on the opposite side of the dance floor.

Montana.

Seeing Sigmund's betting gaze, Montana showed a knowing smile on her face, as if she had discovered someone else's little secret.

Actually the note just said invite me to a dance.

The S at the back is very vague and small overall, and even looks a bit like a little ink smudge formed inadvertently after writing a sentence, but seeing the expression on Montana's face, Sigmund understood that he was very likely to was discovered by the other party.

S is the initial of his name.

"When? How did she find me?"

"Just guessing and probing, or do you have solid evidence?"

"Is there the power of the Oracle Church behind this?"

Sigmund had to imagine that his original suspended animation was just to stay away from Teresa and Lawrence, but now Teresa took the head of the superior and disappeared, and Lawrence was not in Elland either.

It stands to reason that there is not much difference between whether Sigmund's identity is exposed or not, but if Sigmund and Henrik are equated, many things will not stand up to association.

"going or not?"

"Is it the same as admitting if I go, but will I feel guilty if I don't go?" For a while, Sigmund was extremely irritable, and he secretly made up his mind that he would never attend any balls from now on.

"What's wrong?" Charlotte asked with concern when she noticed Sigmund's abnormality.

"Would it be more embarrassing for you if I went and asked other women to dance with you now?"

"Not really." Charlotte thought for a while, "But I'd better leave for a while."

"Why?" Sigmund looked puzzled.

"If you find the prey tonight, and the other party happens to like you, but I think no one would dare to accept your invitation in front of me, so it's better for me to disappear for a while."

Sigmund was taken aback for a moment, then gave Charlotte a thumbs up with a smile on his face.

"You are so sweet!"

"But don't worry, I'm going to do business."

Charlotte snorted coldly, "As far as I know, every aristocrat who cheated was doing so-called serious things when he was caught."

Well……

It was a joke, but it didn't take long for Charlotte to find an excuse to leave the ballroom, and Sigmund also decided to invite Montana. No matter what the result was, he still hoped to take the initiative in his own hands.

After taking off the standard robe, Montana changed into a simple white dress. She didn't have too many jewelry decorations on her body, but for some reason, the plain dress didn't make people feel shabby. A special sense of tranquility.

"Meet you again." Sigmund walked to Montana and performed a standard invitation ceremony.

"Miss Montana, may I invite you to a dance?"

Looking at the strange face in front of her, Montana's heart was pounding. Her intuition told herself that this person was an old friend she was familiar with, but she didn't ask rashly because she still wanted to confirm it at a close distance.

Nodding slightly, just as Montana was about to rest on Sigmund's right hand, an inappropriate voice suddenly sounded from her ears.

"Mr. Henrik!"

Prince Philip rushed in.

"I don't think Charlotte would like to see you invite other women to dance with you at the ball, and besides..." He stepped forward to stand beside Montana.

"Please be a gentleman, don't use your power to coerce a woman into doing something she doesn't want to do."

(⊙o⊙) What?

Sigmund was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at Prince Philip with some amusement, "Your Highness, where did you see that I was threatening this lady?"

"Before the banquet started, you pestered Ms. Montana in the outer corridor, and now you appear here again." Philip shook his head, "Perhaps in other places, your status makes people unable to directly reject you, But this is my party and my guests can say no to anyone!"

"So please leave, let us preserve the last respect for each other." Philip said righteously.

"Your Highness, you seem to have made a mistake." Sigmund smiled, "Should you ask Ms. Montana for her opinion and see if she would like to dance with me?"

"Aren't you still determined?" Philip thought of some stories about this Henryk that Yvonne told him, and he couldn't help feeling disgusted in his heart. A gentle voice came.

"Your Highness, although I am very grateful, I have to explain one thing. This Mr. Henrik did not pester me, and in fact I am going to agree to his invitation." Montana said from the side.

"What did you say?!"

Philip suddenly turned his head and stared at the woman beside him, "You know who I am, right? I'm Prince Philip, and at the same time..." He mumbled a sentence, but the message in his eyes seemed to be telling Montana, I am your leader.

Montana nodded, "I know, Your Highness."

"Thank you for your kindness, but it was just a misunderstanding, so... can I dance with this Mr. Henrik?"

The expression on his face changed, and Philip's eyes swept back and forth between Sigmund and Montana's faces. He should have been the absolute protagonist tonight, but from the very beginning, many things became not so smooth.

Especially this Henrik, who hindered himself time and time again, making himself ashamed in front of him. This time, he ran over with the idea of ​​letting out a bad breath, but in the end, he became Biggest joke.

His head was dizzy, and Sigmund's polite smile seemed to have turned into sarcasm in his eyes. The accumulated emotions could not be released, making Philip's body tremble.

Dazed and dizzy, Philip, who had never suffered such repeated blows, made an impulsive move in an extremely depressed mood.

He bowed and held out his arm to Montana.

"Beautiful lady, may I invite you to a dance?"

oops……

Seeing this scene, the corners of Sigmund's eyes twitched. He suddenly felt a little pitiful for the little prince who had been hit one after another all night, and even hoped that Montana would choose him.

but……

"I'm sorry, Prince Philip." Montana smiled slightly, "Mr. Henrik invited me first, so I can only refuse you."

At this moment, Sigmund seemed to hear the heartbreaking voice of Prince Philip.

"Hold on, boy!"