Even if it’s childish, what can they do? After all, primitive and instinctive revenge is the most fun.

Like a naughty child, Elysia only raised the corners of her mouth and chuckled. Her expression was very similar to her husband Hugo’s.

“Your expression must be interesting to watch.”

The Duchess of Defonte and Seres arrived at the salon a little earlier than the opening time of the Salon de M.

As a rule, the higher the rank and the more important the position in the meeting, the later they arrived, but only for the salon, the duchess had to come early due to Seres’ temperament.

From Seres’ point of view, it was quite a thrilling thing to become the queen of the group without a hateful princess, so it was natural to want to go a little earlier and enjoy that sweetness.

As soon as they entered the reception room of the salon, everyone from the Countess to the Baroness, who were twisting their bodies to catch the eyes of the Defonte ducal family, got up from their seats with brilliantly smiling faces.

The interest in who would be the new owner of the salon, which was there a while ago, had disappeared without a trace.

The curiosity about the new owner of the salon was still there, but there was no one here stupid enough to reveal it in front of the Duchess and young Lady.

“Oh my! Duchess! How do you become more beautiful as the days go by!”

“I would believe without a doubt if you said you are not a lady, but a young lady?”

The duchess, who took the rush of compliments as a matter of course, took Seres’ hand and led her forward. Her intention was clear.

“Everyone is flattering. Our Seres also came to see you ladies today and deeply understood several topics.”

Society is all about sense. The ladies and young ladies who immediately caught on to the duchess’s intention turned their eyes to Seres and admired her as if they were competing.

“My goodness, the young lady will soon be called the flower of the social circle without any problems!”

“I heard she’s only eleven, how mature!”

“It’s not just her looks. She said she studied various topics deeply. She’s talking about a book that’s hard for adults to read!”

The compliments pouring out ahead had no context, no meaning. The only purpose was to ‘show good to one of the two great ducal families, the Defonte ducal family’.

Seres scanned who was sending the most fervent reverence with her arrogant eyes.

‘Yes, this is it. This is the place that befits my noble self.’

Seres raised her head high as if she had become an empress.

The salon was her territory that not even the Arthina princess or the Cassis young lady dared to overlook.

Only for the salon.

As the time for the start of formal discussion was approaching, the ladies and young ladies who were boosting the Defonte family in the reception room all headed to the Salon de M.

Instead of the stiff, formal chairs, soft red sofas were laid out, and in front of each sofa was a small table where you could place a book or write.

Simple refreshments and tea were prepared on all tables, and expensive works of art were displayed on the walls to help stimulate sensitive discussions.

Internally, it was a place of envy, jealousy, checks and balances, but externally, it was a forum where the nobility’s culture flourished. The atmosphere of the Salon de Me was overall decorated with a theme of warmth.

And a place that everyone desired but not anyone could have.

A high seat prepared for the host of the salon, in slang, the owner of the salon.

Not only for the host, but also for the young noble of the hosting family, two sofas were placed on the platform.

In the past, when a family without a direct line was the host of the salon, it was said that they brought a young noble from outside and seated them, but since the current Duchess of D’Fonte took over, it has always been Seres’ seat.

Duchess D’Fonte and Seres naturally headed there. It was obvious without anyone guiding. It was more unusual not to be so, as it had not been otherwise for over a decade.

‘I liked it best when the seat from which one could look down on people was placed.’

After briefly watching her mother elegantly walk with a steady click, Seres, who wore low sandals, arrogantly followed in a similar form.

However, those smooth steps stopped after just a few.

“What is it?”

Duchess D’Fonte looked down on the Countess of Louvre who dared block her way with a displeased expression.

“Move away.”

The face of the Countess of Louvre, who was in charge of the salon, was full of difficulties. The ladies, who had been tipped off beforehand, exchanged glances.

“Duchess, and young noble, I am really sorry, but…”

“…?”

“…Today’s host seat is prepared for someone else.”

“…What?”