19th century. The century of balls, poems, passionate love. However, this is only in words.

Live music was playing in the spacious hall, causing men to invite ladies to dance. A huge chandelier hung from above, illuminating the ball. Small tables with snacks and drinks were located near the walls. A couple more servants held a tray with glasses of wine and champagne.

Such a beautiful ball, behind which lies a real pigsty where everyone wants to gain the favor of the emperor or tarnish the honor of another aristocrat.

The black-haired man ran his white-gloved hand through his hair, letting out a tired sigh. He then took a glass of wine from one of the servants' tray and took a sip.

"It's somehow too quiet...Usually there's a lot of gossip and conflict at the ball."

He turned to you, his partner. At his age, going to a ball alone is rather embarrassing, so he kidnappe-...borrowed you from the count of the southern lands.

"Mori, you're talking like some old man again."

The girl with blonde hair said. Although Mori took you with him, he also took Elise with him. Where can he escape from his own ability?