Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 354 The event is over?

Lumiere & Lucretia Arc.

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(POV: Lumiere)

Finally, we were all dressed up for the event.

Genny looked even more stunning than before in her dress.. It was like after having sex she was completely glowing. Isadora did tell me something about how great sex could make a woman look in her prime.

She turned to me with a smile. "Uh, Lumiere?"

"Huh," it looked like I was lost in thoughts.

"Didn't you hear me before?" she giggled. "I said please come help me with my dress."

"Oh, sorry, I was thinking about something."

I happily agreed and walked over to her.

Standing behind her, I gently clasped the buttons, making sure they were secure.

When I was done, I admired how sharp and perfect she looked.

"Thank you," Genny said.

But instead of stepping away, she surprised me by leaning in and planting a quick kiss on my lips.

I couldn't help but smile. "What was that for?"

"Just because," Genny replied with a shrug. "Think of it like a sneak attack."

Yeah, those wouldn't work on me unless I chose to willingly deactivate all my skills. I had a lot of sensory-related skills, so it was pretty difficult for someone to catch me off guard. The only way that'd be possible was if they were crazy fast.

In terms of raw speed, I'd say battle gods were the fastest— but that's only because they're the only ones I've actually clashed swords with.

Now, we were getting ready to leave, I looked around.

"Okay, that's good, everything looks fine."

Before we could leave, we had to clean up the place, so we could remove the evidence of our "sibling bonding time".

Genny suddenly sniffed the air. "It's almost gone.."

Curiosity piqued, I turned to her and raised an eyebrow. "What's almost gone?"

Genny sighed and explained, "The smell of blood... yunno, from my..."

I could see that she was still embarrassed by the blood squirt. It made sense that she would, after all, it was her first time. But, the main thing was that Genny?s blood flow after I deflowered her was a lot.

I guess that's what made her feel uncomfortable.

"Well, since we're done," I looked around, sliding my hands into my pockets. "We should get going."

I started heading out of the room.

I was lucky Genny didn't ask about the bed sheets, phew.

"So, what about the bed sheets..." Genny asked.

Crap.

"Uhh," my mouth rejected the honest answer.

I glanced around and then nervously replied, "Well, it doesn't matter where the sheets are now, as long as they're gone."

Genny furrowed her brows, clearly concerned. "But it had my blood on it... I don't want someone doing anything weird with it."

So... I'm weird for keeping it...?

Trying to ease her worries, I quickly reassured her, "Don't worry, I already burned them."

Not.

Genny's eyes narrowed as she studied me. She then pointed out, "But you didn't mention that earlier when I asked."

Caught off guard, I coughed awkwardly and responded, "I guess I just forgot to mention it. But it doesn't matter now, right? Let's just focus on heading back to the event, since we're done cleaning up here."

Genny nodded, still uncertain, and reluctantly agreed, "Okay, then."

We exchanged glances, but I was trying my best not to make anything too pronounced. I wasn't the biggest liar around, so Genny would likely see through it if I tried to say anything more.

Genny and I descended the grand staircase.

It was easy to tell how huge this company was.

Our footsteps echoed through the empty mansion.

"I want us to dance when we get down there..." Genny told me.

I scratched my chin and looked up at the well designed ceiling. "Uh, Genny I'm not so sure about that," I cleared my throat after— almost as it it was too difficult to say it.

"W... What...? But why?" Genny asked me; her cheeks were already puffing up.

I could only sigh.

"I'll explain another time."

I didn't want to tell her that I'd prefer to dance with Lilith because she was the one who brought me here. As it was, I already left Lilith alone for more than an hour, and since she was my date, it wasn't really the best thing to do.

Still, Lilith?s a mature woman, so I find it hard to believe she'll take offense from this.

She won't really be happy, but I doubt she'd be mad either.

Finally, we arrived at the first floor, back to the event.

But...

The vibrant energy that was present in the halls was gone.

It left behind only the distant sound of servants diligently cleaning up.

Our jaws dropped in unison as we entered the main hall, expecting to find the nobles still buzzing with excitement, only to be met with an eerie emptiness.

The event... it was over.

"What?!" we exclaimed simultaneously.

With the emptiness in the halls, seeing as all the music and chattering of nobles were gone, we could easily hear ourselves scream out that word.

Genny looked at me with wide-open eyes.

Her shock was as great as, if not greater than my own.

"How's that possible? The event can't be over already," she protested.

I furrowed my brow, trying to make sense of the situation. "How long were we really in that room?" I muttered to myself.

Genny turned to me, her voice laced with confusion. "I'm sure it was only an hour, maybe slightly more. But this... this doesn't make sense."

I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Give me a sec, Genny. I'll go find Lilith," I assured her.

"Lilith?" Genny raised an eyebrow.

"I came here with her, but that's not important... I need to be sure she didn't go without me."

She nodded. "Okay, but let's meet up in a few minutes so we can leave together," she suggested.

A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I saw a blush creep onto Genny's cheeks. "Sounds good," I replied.

Just watching her say this and act in that manner made a warmth spread throughout my chest. I felt completely at peace.

With a nod, Genny turned and headed off in search of her friend, her steps light yet purposeful. I watched her for a brief moment, gripped by her beauty, before redirecting my focus towards finding Lilith.

"Please don't be mad..."

I said that to myself because of Lilith.

I was bothered with how she was likely to react with me leaving her in the middle of the event. Yes, I tried to convince myself that she was a mature enough woman to let that slide, but at the same time, it was also possible for her to get angry if I didn't even talk with her all the while we were here.

Crap, Lumiere!

I scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Lilith's unmistakable features - her white hair, her eyes burning like rubies, and her porcelain skin that always seemed to glow in the dim light.

But my search proved fruitless, and time was slipping away.

Determined not to miss her before she left the venue, that's if she wasn't already gone, I hurried over to a servant who was rolling a barrel of wine away.

"Excuse me," I called out, catching his attention.

He stopped in his tracks, curiously looking at me. "Yes, madam? How may I assist you?"

"No, I'm not a..." there was no time for that I thought.

I wasted no time in conveying my urgent request.

"Have you seen a woman around here, with white hair and red eyes? She has a beautiful pale skin and..."

I was already talking a little too much and had to limit myself.

"Just, have you seen her?"

Then I remembered one last important piece of information.

"Oh yeah, and she's wearing a black and red dress."

The servant's brow furrowed, his eyes darting around as if searching for an answer. "I'm not entirely certain, miss," he admitted, scratching his head, "but perhaps you should inquire with those responsible for marking attendance. They might have better knowledge of the guests present."

"Thank you!" I exclaimed, already relieved. "That's an excellent suggestion. I'll do just that."

As I turned to make my way towards the attendance takers, I noticed a flicker of fear flash in the servant's eyes.

His gaze flicked past my shoulder, fixed on something behind me, and before I could inquire further, he abruptly yanked the barrel of wine and hurried away, disappearing into the labyrinthine corridors.

I knew who it was.

A very dissatisfied voice called out my name from behind.

"Lumiere."

It was Lucretia.

I knew that even before she said it.

I turned to face her, captivated by her elegance as always.

She stood there, her petite figure adorned in a regal gown, her hands neatly folded in front of her.

It was hard to tell if I was in for something good, or bad.