The expression on Delgado's face changed drastically in an instant, which was clearly noticed by the onlookers.
Those with the best view, located right in the middle of the North in Count Stelter's box, even noticed his subtle hand movements.
Count Stelter's face turned livid in an instant... not because of Delgado's shamelessness, but because of the two fingers as tight as iron clamps from Helena at his waist.
Countess Stelter wore a simply cut blue velvet dress, her long dark brown hair neatly tied behind her head, and eyes as big as Ellie's, green like a jungle after the rain… that was the fire of burning anger.
"If... it wasn't for Lord Belfran, were you planning to send our Ellie as an apprentice to this disgusting fellow?" Helena's low voice contained intense fury, "Our green Rose is still budding, and you plan to pluck it and make it into dried flowers?
Is your head filled with sand by the Desert People? Even willing to harm your own daughter!"
