Accompanied by his attendant, the Tulip Count, wearing his mage robe and donning his exclusive mask, entered the grand hall of the Drunk Dream Saloon.
"Yo, isn't this our dear Count? You're looking particularly dashing today."
"Haha, good evening, Count, last time you found a real sweet treat for me! Is she here today as well?"
"Count! A toast to you!"
"..."
Upon the Tulip Count's arrival in the hall, the nobles gathered around, eagerly greeting him.
Basking in the admiration of the crowd, the Tulip Count was in a cheerful mood and responded in kind:
"Hehe, distinguished guests, you too are looking quite stylish today."
"Sorry, our little darling only provides her company once, but... if you require, I can arrange someone with a similar style for you."
"A toast! My dear friends!"
"..."
With the Tulip Count's responses, the atmosphere among the nobles grew even livelier.
And watching the hall filled with nobles, the Tulip Count couldn't help but smile slightly.
