Chapter 122 : Dance with the student council president.
The grand ballroom was alive with chatter and music, nobles mingling under the warm glow of crystal chandeliers. But silence swept across a portion of the room like a wave when Alicia von Crestvale, her voice sharp and clear, uttered the word:
"Stalker."
Gasps rippled through the surrounding crowd.
Elias Dawncrest stiffened, eyes wide as he processed the insult hurled at him in front of everyone. His gaze immediately snapped—not at Alicia—but at Alex, who stood beside her with an expression of polite confusion.
’That damn commoner... is he the reason she’s treating me like this?’ Elias’s eyes narrowed into a glare sharp enough to cut steel.
Trying to salvage his dignity, Elias stepped forward, placing a hand over his chest. "Lady Alicia," he began smoothly, "It’s true I sent you letters... but it was only as your admirer, not as a stalker."
Alicia arched an eyebrow with aristocratic poise. "That’s what I call stalking, Mr. Elias. And if I’m not wrong... the presence I’ve been feeling tailing me lately—it was you, wasn’t it?"
Elias’s mouth fell open. He froze mid-breath, eyes darting around. ’How could she have noticed? I was using a high-grade presence-concealing artifact from the Church!’
Beads of sweat formed at his temple. "I–It wasn’t me," he stammered.
Alicia’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "So... you do know someone’s been following me, huh?"
Elias’s face lost all color. Speechless. Exposed.