Acara perayaan di Istana Kekaisaran pada dasarnya mirip dengan perjamuan para bangsawan. Para tamu menikmati hidangan dan minuman yang tersaji di aula, menjalin relasi satu sama lain sembari memendam kepentingan masing-masing. Sesi pengenalan bagi mereka yang berprestasi dalam operasi gabungan akan diadakan nanti, tetapi mempererat koneksi yang sudah ada tetap menjadi prioritas utama saat ini. Dalam hal itu, Frondier tidak menemui kesulitan berarti. Sebab, dia memang tidak punya kenalan dengan siapa pun di sini. Dia sempat mengira Keluarga Rishae, keluarga Elodie, mungkin akan hadir, tetapi setelah mengedarkan pandangan, mereka tampaknya tidak ada. ‘Elodie kelihatan sibuk belakangan ini.’ Sejak naik ke tingkat dua, Frondier jarang berinteraksi dengan Elodie. Bukan karena hubungan mereka merenggang, melainkan Elodie yang terlihat jauh lebih sibuk. Namun, karena raut wajah Elodie selalu tampak bersemangat, dia tidak terlalu cemas. Gadis itu mungkin sedang menuntaskan hal-hal yang belum sempat diselesaikan selama liburan. Frondier berdiri tenang di sudut aula perjamuan. Keputusan seluruh Keluarga Roach sudah bulat: Frondier harus bersikap sebisa mungkin tidak menarik perhatian. Pakaiannya hari ini dan posisinya di sudut ruangan saat ini semuanya demi tujuan tersebut. “Tuan Frondier de Roach?” Seseorang mendekati Frondier. Seorang nona muda yang memancarkan keanggunan, dengan tahi lalat di bawah mata yang tampak begitu mencolok. “Senang bertemu dengan Anda. Saya Ameline von Ellis.” Ameline memperkenalkan diri sambil membungkuk anggun. Frondier membalas sapaan itu dengan sopan santun semestinya. Sejujurnya, dia sendiri tidak yakin apakah tata caranya sudah benar. “Saya mendengar tentang pencapaian Anda dalam operasi gabungan. Saya sudah lama ingin bertemu dengan Anda, dan saya sangat senang akhirnya kesempatan itu tiba.” Ujar Ameline dengan senyum malu-malu. Dalam hati, Frondier tersenyum kecut melihat kebohongan Ameline yang begitu kentara. Entah Ameline saat ini punya ketertarikan padanya atau tidak, tetapi mengatakan bahwa gadis itu sudah ingin menemuinya sebelum operasi gabungan jelas sebuah kebohongan. Nama "Frondier" praktis tidak dikenal di Benua Tengah, termasuk di Istana Kekaisaran. Mereka bahkan sudah lupa kalau Enfer punya putra kedua. Yah, tidak sepenuhnya keliru juga jika dibilang gadis itu mengincar koneksi dengan Keluarga Roach. ‘Bagaimanapun juga, tindakanku tetap tidak berubah.’ Dalam situasi seperti ini, lebih baik bersikap sopan daripada berusaha menghindar. Bagaimanapun, tata krama formal pada dasarnya memang dibangun atas basa-basi kaku yang membosankan. Terlebih lagi, karena dia hadir bukan atas nama pribadi melainkan sebagai putra Keluarga Roach, setiap tindak-tanduk Frondier harus tenang, anggun, dan pantas menyandang nama Keluarga Roach. Menghadapi hal semacam ini, langkah terbaik adalah memanfaatkan "senyuman" yang telah ia pelajari dari Selena. “—Senang bisa bertemu dengan Anda juga, Nona Ameline.” Bagus, sempurna. Tanggapan yang tidak menyinggung perasaan lawan bicara, tidak terkesan memutus obrolan secara kasar, tetapi juga tidak memberi celah untuk pembahasan lebih lanjut. Mereka hanya sekadar bertukar sapa, jadi alur yang paling wajar berikutnya adalah berpisah dan melanjutkan urusan masing-masing. Sesuai dugaan Frondier, setelah menerima balasannya, Ameline sempat tertegun sesaat dengan mulut sedikit terbuka, lalu menundukkan kepala dan hendak beranjak pergi— “Ah, umm! Kelihatannya mungkin tidak demikian, tapi saya cukup tertarik dengan memasak……!” Ameline memaksakan topik yang sama sekali tidak berhubungan demi menyambung obrolan. “Akhir-akhir ini saya tekun mempelajarinya. Tapi saya belum mendapat penilaian yang layak, jadi jika Tuan Frondier tidak keberatan, mungkin lain kali saat kita bertemu, Anda bersedia mencicipi sedikit……” Aneh. Bukankah alurnya seharusnya hanya saling berkenalan lalu berpisah? Dan tepat saat Frondier hendak menanggapi. “Tuan Frondier, suatu kehormatan. Saya Hughes von Ferry.” “Saya Joshua. Kuharap ke depannya kita bisa sering berjumpa.” Semakin banyak bangsawan yang mendekati Frondier dan memperkenalkan diri. Frondier menyapa mereka semua dengan kesopanan yang sama seperti yang ia tunjukkan pada Ameline, sembari bermandi keringat dingin di balik punggungnya. ‘Bagaimana ceritanya bisa jadi begini?’ Tanpa disadarinya, Frondier sudah dikelilingi oleh sekelompok bangsawan. Dan meski mereka tampak berbincang akrab satu sama lain, pusat percakapan sepenuhnya tertuju pada Frondier. Rencananya untuk tidak menarik perhatian telah hancur berkeping-keping. Frondier tanpa sadar melirik ke samping. Azier ada di sana. Azier, saat menyaksikan situasi Frondier, memejamkan matanya rapat-rapat, seolah pasrah menerima kenyataan yang tak terelakkan. Malia yang berada di sampingnya sempat tersenyum hangat, tetapi buru-buru merapikan kembali ekspresinya saat tersadar akan posisinya. Pada akhirnya, di saat Frondier tengah bersusah payah bersikap layaknya seorang bangsawan, Lampu-lampu di aula meredup. Sontak, para hadirin menghentikan percakapan dan menoleh ke satu titik tertentu. Saat lampu sorot perlahan menyala dan menerangi area tersebut, seorang pria berjas rapi melangkah maju. “Para tamu terhormat yang telah hadir di Istana Kekaisaran untuk merayakan keberhasilan operasi gabungan, saya menyambut Anda sekalian dengan sepenuh hati.” Suaranya yang lantang dan berwibawa tanpa menunjukkan tanda-tanda usia tua menggema di seluruh aula. “Yang Mulia Sale Terst dan Yang Mulia Aten Terst akan segera memasuki ruangan.” Mendengar pengumuman itu, semua orang serentak menoleh ke arah pintu tempat pria tadi muncul. Setelah sedikit riak kegaduhan, keheningan senyap langsung menyelimuti aula. Kemudian, derap langkah sepatu hak yang berirama bergema di aula saat dua sosok menampakkan diri. Semua orang di aula terpana melihat Aten dan Sale. Terutama Aten, sosok serbaputihnya tampak kian memikat dan anggun di bawah sorotan cahaya. Sebaliknya, Sale, meski mengenakan gaun biru mewah, berpakaian jauh lebih bersahaja. Aten, yang menyerap seluruh kekaguman dan tatapan iri semua orang, melirik Sale dengan sedikit rasa jengkel. Dia tidak bisa bicara blak-blakan dalam situasi resmi seperti ini, tetapi sorot matanya menyampaikan segalanya. —Kakak sengaja berpakaian seperti itu, kan? Memahami maksud adiknya, Sale tersenyum tipis. —Kau terlihat cantik, itu saja. Aten menghela napas mendengar jawaban Sale yang sama sekali bukan jawaban. Kembali menghadap ke depan, Aten perlahan menyapukan pandangan ke kerumunan. Matanya secara alami mencari sosok seseorang. Dan tatapan Aten pun terpaku. —Yah, tidak ada jaminan anak itu akan memakai pakaian serbahitam saat datang ke Istana Kekaisaran. Ucapan pelayan yang sempat bicara dengannya terngiang kembali di benak Aten. Frondier mengenakan setelan jas serbahitam pekat. Jas pria pada umumnya memang berwarna hitam, tetapi setelan Frondier bahkan tampak lebih gelap. Seolah-olah rambut dan pakaiannya akhirnya menemukan keharmonisan yang sempurna. Putih dan hitam. Kontras hitam dan putih itu berdiri dalam jarak tak seberapa, saling memandang satu sama lain. Saat Frondier menatap Aten yang begitu bersinar, dia membatin, ‘...Tolong jangan menatap terlalu lama.’ Dia paham gadis itu senang melihat teman sekelasnya, tetapi jika tatapan Aten tertahan terlalu lama padanya, perhatian orang lain otomatis akan terarah ke dirinya. Persis seperti kekhawatirannya, tatapan para bangsawan mulai mengikuti arah pandang Aten, tetapi sang putri tampaknya lekas menyadari hal itu dan buru-buru memalingkan wajah. Frondier pun menghela napas lega dalam diam.
Bab 434
The celebratory event at the Imperial Palace was fundamentally similar to a noble's banquet. Attendees enjoyed the food and drinks prepared in the hall, fostering relationships with others while harboring their own thoughts. Introductions of those who performed well in the joint operation would follow, but solidifying existing connections took precedence. In that sense, Frondier had no immediate difficulties. Because he had no connections with anyone here. He had thought that perhaps Elodie's family, House Rishae, might be present, but upon looking around, they seemed absent. ‘Elodie has seemed busy lately.’ Since becoming a second-year student, Frondier hadn't had much interaction with Elodie. It wasn't that they had grown distant, but rather that Elodie had become noticeably busier. However, as Elodie's face was full of life, he wasn't particularly worried. She was probably finishing up what she hadn't managed to complete during the vacation. Frondier stood quietly in a corner of the banquet hall. The decision of the entire House of Roach: Frondier should keep a low profile as much as possible. His attire today and his current position in the corner were all for this purpose. “Lord Frondier de Roach?” Someone approached Frondier. A young lady with an air of elegance, her teardrop mole particularly noticeable. “It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Ameline von Ellis.” Ameline introduced herself and offered a graceful bow. Frondier returned the greeting with due courtesy. Honestly, he wasn't sure if this was the right way to do it. “I heard about your achievements in the joint operation. I've been wanting to meet you for a while now, and I'm so happy to finally do so.” Ameline said with a shy smile. Frondier inwardly smiled wryly at Ameline's obvious lie. He didn't know if Ameline currently had any favorable feelings towards him, but it was a lie to say that she had wanted to meet him before the joint operation. The name "Frondier" would be virtually unknown in the central continent, including the Imperial Palace. They had even forgotten that Enfer had a second son. Well, it wouldn't be entirely wrong to say that she wanted the connections of the Roach family. ‘Whatever the case, my actions remain unchanged.’ In times like these, it was better to be polite than to try to avoid them. Courtesy was originally based on formal and boring exchanges. More importantly, since he was here not as an individual but as the son of House Roach, all of Frondier's actions had to be calm, gentle, and befitting the name of House Roach. In such situations, it was best to utilize the "smile" he had learned from Selena. “─It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Miss Ameline.” Good, perfect. A response that didn't cause any discomfort to the other party, didn't particularly cut off the conversation, but didn't leave room for further discussion either. They had simply exchanged greetings, so it was a perfectly natural flow to part ways and go about their respective business. As Frondier expected, Ameline, after receiving his greeting, stared at him blankly for a moment with her mouth slightly open, then bowed her head and began to leave─ “Ah, um! I may not look it, but I'm quite interested in cooking……!” Ameline forced an unrelated topic and tried to keep the conversation going. “I've been diligently learning recently. But I haven't had a proper evaluation yet, so if you wouldn't mind, Lord Frondier, perhaps next time we meet, you could try some……” That's odd. Wasn't the flow supposed to be just getting to know each other and parting ways? And just as Frondier was about to reply. “Lord Frondier, it's a pleasure. I am Hughes von Ferry.” “I'm Joshua. I hope to see you often from now on.” More nobles approached Frondier and introduced themselves. Frondier greeted them all with the same courtesy as he had shown Ameline, while breaking out in a cold sweat behind his back. ‘How did this happen?’ Before he knew it, Frondier was surrounded by a group of nobles. And although they seemed to be conversing well with each other, the center of the conversation was entirely focused on Frondier. It was the scene of his plan to remain inconspicuous being utterly shattered. Frondier unconsciously glanced to the side. Azier was there. Azier, upon seeing Frondier's situation, closed his eyes deeply, as if accepting the inevitable. Malia, who was next to him, smiled warmly but quickly straightened her expression as if remembering herself. In the end, while Frondier was doing his best to act like a noble, The lights in the hall dimmed. Naturally, the attendees stopped their conversations and turned towards a particular spot. As the spotlight naturally brightened, illuminating a specific area, a gentleman in a neat suit stepped forward. “Distinguished guests who have come to the Imperial Palace to celebrate the success of the joint operation, I sincerely welcome you.” His voice, strong and dignified without a hint of age, resonated throughout the hall. “Her Highness, Sale Terst, and Her Highness, Aten Terst, will now enter.” At his words, everyone turned towards the door from which the gentleman had emerged. After a brief moment of commotion, a quiet silence descended. Then, the sound of heels clicking rhythmically echoed through the hall as two figures appeared. Those in the hall were awestruck by the sight of Aten and Sale. Especially Aten, whose pure white appearance bloomed even more beautifully and elegantly under the spotlight. In contrast, Sale, although adorned in a luxurious blue dress, was dressed much more modestly. Aten, who received the admiration and envious gazes of everyone, glanced at Sale with a hint of dissatisfaction. She couldn't say anything directly in this setting, but her eyes conveyed everything. -Sister, you dressed like that on purpose, didn't you? Understanding her meaning, Sale smiled faintly. -You look beautiful, that's all. Aten sighed at Sale's reply, which wasn't an answer at all. Turning back to face the front, Aten slowly scanned the crowd. Her eyes naturally sought out a certain individual. And Aten's gaze remained fixed. -Well, there's no guarantee that the boy will wear black when he comes to the Imperial Palace. The voice of the servant who had spoken to her came to mind. Frondier was dressed in a completely black suit. Men's suits were generally black, but Frondier's was even darker. It was as if his hair and his attire had finally found perfect harmony. White and black. The contrast of black and white stood at a slight distance, observing each other. As Frondier looked at Aten, who shone brightly, he thought, ‘...Please don't look for too long.’ He understood that she was happy to see her classmate, but if Aten's gaze lingered for too long, the attention of others would naturally shift towards him. Just as he feared, the nobles' gazes began to follow Aten's, but she seemed to realize and quickly averted her eyes. Frondier let out a silent sigh of relief.
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