Nolan and Seira were startled and instinctively turned around.
There stood Elina, walking toward them with a sullen expression. Without saying a word, she grabbed Nolan's arm and clung tightly to his left side.
"Sister Seira, you're too greedy. It's my turn to dance with Brother Nolan now," she said with a cold snort.
Seira looked displeased, but she knew that arguing would only backfire.
After all, she had just danced with Leon. If she pushed too hard, Nolan might start to get annoyed with her.
She took a deep breath, then nodded reluctantly. "Fine, I give in."
Elina smiled in satisfaction, then turned to Nolan. "Brother, let's dance."
Nolan: "..."
No. I just want to relax in the corner. Why is Elina pestering me like Seira did?
There are plenty of young nobles waiting to dance with you, little sister. Why me?
He wanted to refuse, but the moment he met Elina's sharp gaze, the words caught in his throat.
"Haa..." He let out a long sigh. "Alright, I get it. Let's dance."
