Amid the flowing strains of music, men and women stepped gracefully onto the dance floor, their elegant steps perfectly in rhythm. Luxurious gowns fluttered through the air, accompanied by the soft, tinkling laughter of women. The ball was extraordinarily refined—nobles from the imperial capital had arranged the banquet with a taste that could effortlessly overshadow anything seen in the other provinces.
"Whew…"
Even Phield, who had seen his share of grand occasions, couldn't help taking a deep breath. After all, in his previous life, he had never attended such a magnificent ball.
The moment he stepped into the hall, a well-dressed servant approached and offered him a glass. After pouring the wine, the servant bowed respectfully and withdrew.
"It seems aesthetics and pleasure always advance faster than science."
