The longer they danced together, the darker the faces of the Duke of Oltaf and the Crown Prince became. The Duke and the Crown Prince gripped the hems of their clothes, their eyes widening in disbelief at the player's sheer skill.
"Who is this?!" the Crown Prince grumbled in a low voice.
As the First Princess of Jeova was taken by the steps of the dance, her mind started racing at the thought of this person's identity. She looked at his face, serious and earnest.
"Who are you?" she asked, matching his momentum by rapidly running towards him as he ran backward; their bodies tightly wound together by his arm holding her tender waist.
"I'm your savior… your prince!" he emphasized, striking a pose by flicking his hair upward.
"Wahh~"
The First Princess of Jeova stared at him, feeling a profound shift in the assessment she had.
"Who the fuck?" Misho frowned at the unknown player. Naturally, he could see what he was trying to do.
