Celia replied to Dante with a sharp, mocking tone. “Show us, then. You want to show us how you’ll enter this banquet by flashing some fake invitation card, right?” Her arms were folded, her chin lifted high, as if the idea itself was ridiculous enough to entertain her.
Emilia slowly turned to Dante, her brows knitting together. “A fake invitation card?” she repeated. Her voice shook slightly, and then she stiffened as the realization hit her. “Dante… did you bring us here with a fake— did you actually think we could enter this banquet with a fake invitation?” She looked genuinely confused, scared even, unsure of what to believe.
But Dante shook his head immediately. “No. I don’t have a fake invitation card, Emilia. And like I said earlier, I don’t plan to use a fake invitation to enter t
