I'd always thought banquets were dull, stuffy affairs, nothing but a waste of time. But today's banquet was different.
"Daisy's tax law research presentation last time was wonderful."
"I loved your research on metaphysical understandings of humanity. Now that we've met, let's talk about it in detail."
Instead of the sharp-tongued, smiling-knife manner of high society, people here spoke honestly, praising and exchanging ideas about each other's academic achievements.
It was good enough that I almost regretted never having joined a fair like this in my past life.
"What are you looking at? What's got you smiling?"
Leaning against the wall, listening to other people's conversations, I didn't notice Cassion approach until he was standing beside me, having just finished greeting Karman and a few others.
He handed me a glass of cool lemonade.
"I don't like lemonade watered down."
I said, frowning, and Cassion laughed.
"I made sure yours…
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