After constantly talking to the persistent idiots who kept approaching them, Dixie felt her throat was slightly parched. Only then did she remember that Emilia also hadn't had any water or juice for a while, either.
"Wait here, Princess, I'll get you something real quick!"
Emilia shook her head. "No need, look…"
And as she pointed out, a waiter approached them with a tray full of an assortment of drinks. Of course, before Emilia could even think of what she wanted to have, Dixie had already snatched two glasses of orange juice and shooed the perplexed waiter away.
'Does she think I'll pick the wine if she didn't do that?'
While Emilia was amused, Dixie felt slightly embarrassed.
"H-He was looking at you weird, okay, that's why I did that!"
Of course, Emilia didn't believe it. The poor waiter was doing his job diligently, with his eyes constantly trained on the guests to meet their needs. He probably deserved a tip, not slander.
"That's not very nice of you, Dixie. You shouldn't blame innocent people for things they haven't done. Unless it's an enemy, then go ham."
Cynthia cheered. "That's right! Spoken like a true villainess, Emilia! No mercy to enemies! All is fair!"
Dixie felt her jaw drop. 'What? Does that mean I can blame innocent people if they're my enemy? Oh, but, isn't every human being my enemy when it comes to fighting for my princess? I guess it's all fine then? Ehehehe…'
Of course, she couldn't tell Emilia about the loophole she had just found, so Dixie pretended to nod obediently. "Of course, Emily. I'm sorry, and I'll give that waiter a big tip to apologize later?"
Emilia smiled. "If you want to, sure. But don't overdo it either."
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Despite many being underage, there didn't seem to be any restrictions on drinking at the party, and many young men and women could be seen sipping their favorite alcoholic drinks.
Of course, the waiters made sure to gently shoo away any curious preteens, but that was it.
Consider that the party was hosted by a politician, this might seem like a disaster waiting to happen, but it was actually quite well thought out.
The entry of any kind of recording instrument was, of course, prohibited in the venue. Even mobile phones weren't allowed.
Of course, most people still had their assistants and secretaries attend to their calls while they were busy, and those people would certainly let them know if anything requiring their attention came up.
No matter what the identity of the person was, protesting against this rule was absolutely out of the question. This was a basic etiquette in these types of parties, and not following it generally meant you wouldn't be getting any more invitations in the future.
If your status was low, you could even be directly escorted away.
And that was why the hero had the luxury to down glass after glass of wine as he watched Emilia mingle and laugh with people, one after another.
Ever since the day his high school life started, it was as if anything that could go wrong, would go wrong.
And it was always this bitch at fault.
The fact that she was constantly being showered in praise while he received nothing but scorn filled Amos with a burning fury.
'Just what kind of blindness do these morons have? Compared to me, what talent does she have? What can she ever achieve in her life? Nothing!'
Didn't everyone hate her just recently? So all it takes to reverse their opinion is just one fake news report? How cheap.
Even if the rescue operation was not a lie, Amos did not believe one bit that 'Danielle' had anything to do with it.
As for why that bitch had changed her name, the hero didn't care at all. He simply couldn't be bothered to remember another name for that vile whore.
'Anyone with half a brain should be able to see that this spoiled little daddy's girl just got glory handed to her on a silver platter, but these morons actually believe all that bullshit in the news! Worst of all, some even dare question me! ME!'
Why would he ever lie about the vile deeds of that bitch? Anything he could imagine, she had probably done worse. Just because she was pretending to look innocent now didn't mean she stopped being a vile snake on the inside.
'Just wait, I will ruin not only her, but all of you as well! Bastards! Anyone who dared to look down on me today, just wait for your turn to come!'
But these insignificant worms weren't that important, no, he would deal with them sooner or later, just like he would deal with Danielle.
What really infuriated him, however, was how even the love of his life was being ensnared in the deceptive clutches of this evil witch.
But of course, the hero would never let that happen. Regardless of whether his father supported him or not, if he gave up on true love, he would not be Amos Black.
He already had a plan to take his angel out of this villainess's claws. But that was for tomorrow.
Today's grievances still had to be repaid today itself. Although he generally followed the policy of how it was never too late for a gentleman's revenge, Amos decided that enough was enough. He was done being a gentleman.
As he sauntered over in her direction, a few people turned to look at him curiously. After all, he had stayed in a gloomy corner all by himself most of the party.
They thought he would surely just leave without a word sooner or later, but seems like the rich heir had something else in his mind.
Those who had noticed watched him with great interest. After all, most were already familiar with the 'history' between Emilia and Amos. Regardless of which side they stood on, it was guaranteed to be an interesting show to watch.
Contrary to the people waiting with bated breath for the hero to startle Emilia and start a dramatic argument, Amos had a completely different plan.
He had no intention of exchanging words with her. That was beneath him.
The red wine swirled in his glass, and as he got closer, the boy started swaying from side to side, as if intoxicated.