Hearing what Eros said, a look of slight disappointment flowed through Undine's eyes.
Seeing Undine like this, the corners of Eros's lips curled up as he drew out his tone:
"However, we can go tomorrow!"
Undine gave Eros a sideways glance, her tone filled with disgust as she said:
"It was written on their promo that it's only on tonight and not tomorrow!"
"And you have the nerve to talk about me—with characters that big written right there, you didn't even notice. How embarrassing!"
Eros curled his lip: "If they don't have a show tomorrow, can't we just have them add an extra performance for us?"
Undine froze, her small face still carrying a bit of confusion.
"Dummy! We can just book the entire theater tomorrow and have them add an extra show exclusively for us."
"You couldn't even think of something this simple! You're the embarrassing one!" Eros returned the sentiment in an equally disgusted tone.
Undine blinked her eyes—oh, right!
Right at that moment, she heard the sound of fabric ripping.
Undine immediately looked down toward her calf, only to see a large hole ripped in her smooth, delicate white stocking, exposing the fair, tender flesh of her calf underneath.
"What are you doing?" Undine glared angrily at Eros.
Eros gave a snort: "Who asked you to call me embarrassing."
Undine pouted her small mouth, diving into Estelle's embrace as she pointed a finger at Eros, lodging a grievance with a aggrieved look:
"Mom! Look at him, look at him! He's always picking on me."
Estelle let out a soft sigh, helplessly comforting her: "It's fine, it's just a single pair of stockings. We'll make him buy you a new pair when the time comes!"
"Ten pairs! No, a hundred pairs!" Undine took the opportunity to open her mouth wide.
Eros glanced at Undine, a sneer of disdain in his heart:
Stinky little sister, don't you know that the largest stocking manufacturing factory on the continent of Croatia currently belongs to me~
As the god in charge of stockings in ancient Greece, a mere hundred pairs is nothing~
Estelle obviously knew this as well, and she smiled gently: "Alright, alright, alright! We'll make him buy you a hundred pairs!"
Seeing Estelle agree, Undine gave Eros a somewhat triumphant look, her exquisite, pretty chin raised slightly as she let out a soft snort at him.
This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.
Looking at her smug posture, Eros applied force with his hand and tore the other side as well.
Hearing the sound, Estelle glared at Eros in annoyance, whereas Undine actually appeared quite unbothered at this moment.
After all, she had made a net profit of ninety-nine pairs—he could tear them if he wanted~
Time passed amid this playful banter. By evening, looking at Estelle and Undine fully dressed up in front of him, Eros nodded with satisfaction.
Afterward, the three boarded the carriage heading to the ball.
At the ball, Eros caught sight of that fake Isabella.
Although that fake Isabella was virtually identical to the real one, Eros—who had shared intimate exchanges with Isabella—still detected slight, subtle differences at a single glance.
The chest was a tiny bit smaller! And there was a subtle difference in terms of demeanor as well, though the discrepancy wasn't large; anyone unfamiliar with her would basically be unable to tell them apart.
"What are you looking at?" Suddenly, a voice carrying a trace of displeasure sounded in Eros's ear.
Eros turned his head to look, only to see Saliba having walked up to his side at some unknown moment.
Looking at Saliba holding a glass of red wine beside him, Eros offered a kindly smile, speaking in a gentle, warm tone:
"I'm looking at your mom!"
Saliba's brows furrowed tightly. For some unknown reason, this expression on the other party's face made him far more uncomfortable than the words he had spoken.
Forcibly suppressing the indignation in his heart, Saliba spoke in a deep voice: "When do we start?"
Eros knew Saliba was asking when the trade would begin, so Eros smiled and said:
"I'm ready anytime. Whenever you're prepared, just send the things directly to my house, and I'll hand over what you want then."
"Fine!" Saliba answered succinctly. With those words said, he prepared to leave, because he was somewhat unable to stand the look in the eyes of the person before him.
To the devil with it—he actually caught a sense of fatherly affection from the way Eros was looking at him.
Seeing Saliba about to leave, Eros hurriedly called him to a stop. Saliba frowned, looking at Eros as he asked in an unfriendly tone:
"Is there anything else?"
Eros rubbed his hands together, speaking with a bit of embarrassment:
"Can I use crystals to trade for extra turns? I found out your mom is truly beautiful!"
Veins throbbed on Saliba's forehead. Suppressing the fiery rage in his heart, he gritted his teeth and spat out:
"Get lost!"
With that said, he prepared to walk away, a look of disappointment appearing on Eros's face.
After taking a single step, Saliba suddenly paused again. He calmed the surging emotions in his heart, turned around, and squeezed out a line from between his teeth toward Eros:
"If you want my mother, then bring the Spirit-Favored Body to exchange for her—anything else is off the table!"
Having finished saying this, Saliba walked off with hasty steps, afraid that if he stayed any longer, he wouldn't be able to hold back from taking action.
Watching Saliba's departing back, Eros stroked his chin. Did he not know that the current Isabella was no longer his mother?
Or was there some underlying reason that he himself was unaware of?
A look of thoughtful contemplation appeared on Eros's face. Although this probing had yielded no final answer, it wasn't without harvests either.
Letting out a soft laugh, Eros reined in the thoughts in his mind, turning his head to begin sizing up the entire ball.
Suddenly, he spotted a somewhat familiar figure, and so he carried his wine glass as he walked over in that direction.
Stepping up close, Eros offered a greeting with a smile: "Good evening, Archbishop Ando!"
This person was precisely the Regional Archbishop arranged by the Church of Reincarnation at the Inner City Reincarnation Cathedral—Ando Kalamanda.
Seeing that the newcomer was Eros, Archbishop Ando also smiled, nodding in greeting:
"Good evening, Your Highness!"
Eros spoke with a light laugh: "I was originally planning to visit Your Grace at the cathedral in a few days."
A kindly smile appeared on Archbishop Ando's face as he asked with a smile:
"Does Your Highness have something you need from me?"
Ando was clear in his mind that as a Son of God, Eros held a higher status within the Church than he did. It was impossible for him to visit out of the blue for no reason, which meant there was only one possibility—he had business to discuss.