The notorious troublemaker of the Marchioni Empire, Irene von Posteriore, was also present at the masquerade ball, but…0

‘Ugh… This is so boring…’ Irene yawned under her mask and seemed indifferent to the event.0

She truly despised social gatherings and official events, and her dislike in them had started when she was a child. The hundreds of suffocating royal etiquettes always made her feel trapped, and people were constantly groveling before her as well.0

On top of that, young noblemen were always eager to try their luck with her. They flirted nonstop at every opportunity they got, hoping to score points with her.0

But that was not all…0

‘Pathetic trash.’0

Irene loathed the hypocritical personalities of the nobles more than anything.0

They would laugh and chat cheerfully on the surface, but behind those fake smiles, they schemed and plotted to bring down others. These so-called nobles were nothing more than cunning snakes in her eyes.0

‘I need to find something fun. Hohoho!’ Irene decided to amuse herself by messing with someone to kill time.0

It was then.0

A man wearing the tackiest formalwear she had ever seen was approaching her.0

‘What the…? His outfit is absolutely horrible, but his dancing is… incredible…’ 0

Despite...0