Chapter 83✨ · TRCR

Yulian, now blended seamlessly into the crowd on his way to the Hall of Light, felt a quiet relief that it was a masquerade ball.

Without the masks, his openly hostile stare fixed on Zeppelin as the man stood on the platform delivering his impassioned speech would have drawn immediate attention.

He cast a quick glance over the people gathered around him.

It seemed every noble with real influence in the empire had come.

Among them were renowned artists mingled with those still unknown.

Whoever caught Zeppelin’s eye at the Devonshire autumn ball gained enormous prestige.

The value of the chosen work would skyrocket, and its creator would almost certainly secure a place at the imperial exhibition the following winter.

It was only natural, then, that the artists here watched Zeppelin’s every gesture with feverish intensity.

They stood with bated breath, hearts pounding at the thought that perhaps—perhaps—the piece he…