Asha danced barefoot to the rhythm of the music.

Asha’s expression while dancing appeared freer than ever before.

In reality, when she received etiquette education at the royal palace, her favorite class was ‘dance.’

Dancing seemed to provide her with a bit of relief from the oppressive palace life, and, most importantly, the fact that she had talent in something made her feel alive.

Asha gracefully turned with butterfly-like movements.

As her feet touched the ground, she moved almost as if the water was flowing beside her.

When she passionately turned and jumped to the evolving melody, Karaf unconsciously shivered.

Every time she lifted her legs, moistened her waist, and balanced herself, the transparent chiffon fabric inside her skirt fluttered like butterfly wings.

Her slightly sweaty face, neck, the movement of muscles on her thin arms—all were vivid and beautiful like a painting.

However, that was the moment.

Karaf’s eyes widened, and simultaneously, the surrounding nobles also widened their eyes.

Asha began to draw upon the power of the wind she possessed.

Gold-like wind flowed from her hands, and it brilliantly wrapped around her dress.

Her figure seemed like a firefly illuminating the dark night sky with a golden glow.

Nobles and temple people watched the scene with enchanted faces.

However, it was at the climax of the music.

The red dress split in half, and from within, Asha walked out.

The discarded dress hung in midair, making her appear as if she had just emerged from a chrysalis.

Using the power of the wind, she had fixed the dress in midair.

People’s eyes widened in amazement.

Asha, now wearing a golden dress, had transformed.

During the flower-themed party, her dress changed from green to red like blooming flowers, but this time, it resembled a butterfly hatching from a flower.

The glittering sequins on the dress reflected the sunset, creating a layered glow as if someone had spilled paint on it.

Who would have guessed such a secret was hidden in her dress?

Lady René dropped her fan in shock, her eyes and mouth wide open.

The gathered nobles all gazed at the ‘Dance of the Butterfly’ with astonished faces, as if they had just experienced a spiritual revelation.

The butterfly is a sacred being from the heavens.

As if an angel descended from the sky was dancing, the priests bowed their heads, folded their hands, and devoutly prayed.

Especially, Daart, with wide-open eyes and trembling lips, watched her dance in deep shock.
Once again, an unidentified floral fragrance wafted dizzyingly from him.

He joined his hands with a face that couldn’t hide his intense emotions, concluding the prayer together.

Ella, once again, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, letting tears flow behind the pillar.

Despite receiving numerous invitations from noble ladies, she had once again pledged to create dresses solely for Asha, serving as a maid of Bannet.

The dance, which had started so naturally, also ended just as naturally.

Before they knew it, the sun had completely disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving only the lingering traces of twilight softly illuminating Asha’s dress.

Karaf couldn’t move from his spot. It was a dreamy feeling, as if he had dreamed it.

Exactly when he should applaud, Asha, feeling a bit embarrassed since he was frozen, turned her gaze in various directions.

But as she lifted her head to greet Karaf, her eyes widened.

He had an incredibly ecstatic and moved expression. It might have been a bit excessive for an emperor to make such a face, but it was a cheat code with his beautiful face.

However, he genuinely had a face reminiscent of someone who had just appreciated a work of art, and his reddened eyes shone as if he were intoxicated by something.

When Karaf threw a rose he held as a sign of respect onto the stage, applause, cheers, and whistles echoed from all directions.

Even noblewomen, overwhelmed by her overwhelming presence this time, threw the flowers they were holding onto the stage.

Sonia, holding a basket of flowers, was vigorously showering the stage with flowers along with other servants.

Thanks to that, Asha looked even more like a butterfly standing in a flower field.

After concluding the ceremony once, they returned to the palace and enjoyed the banquet.

Asha attended the banquet in the attire she had danced in.

This time, the banquet hall was filled with nobles rather than commoners.

However, suddenly, Asha’s eyes caught a man conversing with other nobles beside a pillar.

It was Viscount Violet.

He turned his head, discovered Asha, and his eyes widened. He swiftly approached.

“Lady Bannet.”

He politely greeted and continued, “Thank you very much for the honor of being able to offer you flowers every day.”

Asha was slightly surprised by his words and couldn’t respond immediately.

But soon, she could understand something.

Was it related to her past life? It seemed that Karaf had instructed this matter.

Indeed, while Asha was absent from her seat, Karaf had summoned Viscount Violet to the palace.