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Chapter 157 - 120: The Feud between the Black Witch and the Church and the Montefellato Family 4082_1

Chapter 157: Chapter 120: The Feud between the Black Witch and the Church and the Montefellato Family 4082_1

The mayor had Lord Prole and his party sent to the prison in Parviga.

As Lord Prole walked past Ivita, he directed a fierce gaze at him and cursed, "You will regret what you did today. Viscount Winchester will not let you off."

Ivita shrugged indifferently.

Viscount Winchester had too many enemies to worry about; he hardly had the time for Ivita.

The city of Parviga loomed large in Ivita’s path.

If Viscount Winchester was a wise man, he would align himself with Ivita rather than make him an enemy.

Because Ivita was not his main enemy.

All of Lord Prole’s men had already surrendered, and the remaining two knights who were battling with Black Wolf could only do the same when they saw the direction the winds were blowing.

However, they were well-treated -- they were allowed to leave the city with their equipment.

It seemed like the mayor did not want to risk further casualties by fighting with them, hence this compromising move.

Ironically, the knight Taville, who had been tricked by Ivita and Bainhardt, ended up surviving for it.

His two comrades took him away.

Normally, Parviga could use him as a bargaining chip in exchange for ransom, but upon noticing Taville’s serious injuries, the mayor immediately decided to give him back to Viscount Winchester.

Bargaining for a ransom would require the city to first spend money to keep him alive.

The mayor was a shrewd businessman; he realized this was not a good deal and immediately abandoned the idea.

Ivita and his party were placed in a luxurious city villa by the Blacksmith Guild, courtesy of Lady Alice.

At that moment, they still had to clean up the town hall and investigate those involved in the rebellion.

Despite the ongoing chaos, the mayor and Lady Alice decided to hold a masquerade ball that evening, almost without a second thought.

They believed that such a show could create the illusion that the day’s rebellion never happened, thus preventing visiting merchants from fleeing Parviga out of fear.

However, outside the ball, Parviga’s militia moved from one Parviga residence to another, arresting families associated with the rebellion.

This contrasted sharply with the joyous and bacchanalian atmosphere at the masquerade.

Men and women in bizarre masks flirted with each other and began to dance romantic dances.

The band, sitting to one side, played their instruments with infectiously high spirits.

They varied their playlist, but every piece shared a joyous melody.

A group of ladies sat in a corner, enjoying fruit and flowers while discussing recently coming-of-age daughters and sons, their prospects and partners, and other such domestic tidbits.

This was life, after all.

Ivita, the Old Witch, Black Wolf, and Griffin were sitting in a corner of the ballroom, eating fruit.

Ivita had no interest in these diversions, and he didn’t know how to dance.

The same was true for the Old Witch.

Black Wolf and Griffin, seeing Ivita not partaking in the ball, didn’t dare to outshine their lord.

So they just sat with Ivita, the four of them idling together, eating fruit.

But sometimes, doing nothing could also be a welcome rest.

Ivita and his companions had just had their wounds dressed by the city’s doctor and were still bandaged, so they couldn’t dance anyway.

Unfortunately, due to Ivita’s status, he was the center of attention at the ball.

This meant that, despite his wish to keep a low profile, people were still actively seeking his company.

Lady Alice, followed by a group of young girls eager for romance, approached Ivita, "Lord Ivita, we cannot let you be alone. The girls of Parviga, having heard of your deeds, all want to be your dance partners."

"Would you do us the honor?"

Behind her, a group of blushing girls shyly retreated, although they were yearning for Ivita’s attention.

Ivita glanced at them and their hearts fluttered.

But Ivita lacked interest, as the girls here, although young, were not pretty enough for his taste.

About to acquiesce to their requests and select a dance partner from among them, he was suddenly interrupted by a group of more mature women, all dressed in black formal gowns.

These women, despite being married, emanated allure in every gesture.

Lady Alice looked at the woman leading the group and exclaimed in surprise: "Rosalyn?"

Rosalyn flirtatiously eyed Ivita, her full lips, stained with lipstick, moving as she spoke to Lady Alice: "Alice, you’re letting these tasteless little girls entertain Lord Ivita?"

"How neglectful."

"They haven’t yet developed, and are ignorant."

"Their crude behavior is laughable."

As Rosalyn spoke, her eyes roved over Ivita from time to time.

Ivita, in a wordless exasperation, picked up his cup and took a sip of water.

If memory served him correctly, these women were married, weren’t they?

This was too open for his taste.

But then again, this sort of ball was meant to be a place for everyone to seek enjoyment.