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Chapter 600 - 565: Mr. Lanci Invites You as a Guest

Dusk fell, and the lights in the palace gradually lit up.

Within the princess’ quarters, Lisandra, dressed in the attire of a court attendant, gave an elegant curtsy to bid the princess farewell and departed with steady steps, marking the end of her day’s work.

As a descendant of an impoverished noble family, in the Royal Capital Necaris, aside from some relatives she was not too familiar with, the etiquette she had learned from childhood was the last proof of her so-called noble lineage.

"How shall I please the princess tomorrow?"

Leaving the royal palace, she walked along the path with a sigh, where meticulously pruned bushes and tall statues on either side of the cobblestone path almost overshadowed her figure.

The only job taught to her by Fallen Lord Calila was to keep the princess happy until she was successfully married off.

If she carried out this task well, she would certainly gain the favor of Fallen Lord Calila, not only keeping her handsomely paid job as a Court Ceremony Officer but also securing a long-term tenure.

Conversely, if anything went wrong, she might as well give up any hopes of sticking around in Demon King Castle Necaris.

The princess was very smart.

She could probably guess the arrangements made by Fallen Lord Calila, so sometimes, even when the princess felt very anxious inside, she behaved with an even temper to consider Lisandra’s safety.

This made Lisandra feel all the more guilty.

At night, the scent of flowers on the streets of Demon King’s Castle became even richer, and she boarded a Magic Energy Vehicle for a lengthy commute.

She crossed an ancient and majestic bridge, below which lay a boundless bay that sparkled with the light of the waves.

On the other end of the bridge was the main road leading to Lisi Island, with lush trees swaying in the wind on both sides.

Lisandra did not know how long it had been, only that she had yawned a dozen times as she traveled along Lisi Island’s seaside, finally arriving from a small path to a courtyard of a cottage hidden within the woods.

The cottage, made of wood and stone, was surrounded by dense trees and vines, giving it a sense of isolation from the world.

But this isolation was precisely the reason for the cheap rent.

The area where Lisandra rented was part of the strangest community in the Demon World’s Royal Capital Necaris.

Although the new neighbor was high-profile in certain aspects, he made sure to close by midnight and kept the surrounding environment exceedingly clean, so Lisandra didn’t feel he had caused her any trouble.

On the contrary, it gave her something to boast about—like being neighbors with such wealthy and prominent figures, which brought back the glory days of her ancestors Duke Pukeli’s time, making her feel more like a distinguished noble herself.

Just as Lisandra stepped into her own courtyard,

"Miss," a deep voice suddenly called out from the darkness not far behind, startling her into turning around abruptly.

Lisandra was not adept in combat.

Although public order in the area was still decent, there have been a mixed lot with ill intentions lately.

Members of the Great Demon Clan also took care to avoid contact with her or harming her out of respect for the Fallen Queen.

Lisandra only saw a butler-like demon, under the shadow of moonlight and lamplight, revealing only his chiseled jawline and cold lips.

"Who are you?" she asked, slightly assured that the other party had no ill intent, yet still subconsciously gripping her handbag tighter and shrinking her neck.

Despite the fact that he was dressed in a deep blue, vintage-striped butler’s outfit, his demeanor was more akin to that of a retired Demon World officer and not just any common non-commissioned officer.

"I am the steward of the restaurant next door, named Luka. Our master wishes to invite you to his small gathering. It’s been some time since he moved here, and he has not had the opportunity to greet you, his neighbor, and feels deeply ashamed," the butler said.

Colonel Luka walked across the lawn, maintaining a respectful distance, and politely extended an envelope towards Lisandra.

"...Thank you," Lisandra responded, somewhat relieved by his gentlemanly and serious demeanor, stepping forward to take the letter and opening it.

The script on the thin page was very elegant, concise, and clear.

Just as the butler said, that generous neighbor wished to invite her to enjoy dinner at the palace restaurant, especially now when the restaurant was hosting an event akin to an unprecedented party.

Signed—"Rocky McCarthy."

"McCarthy?"

Finally, Lisandra confirmed the correct name of the neighbor next door from among several versions of rumors.