Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!-Chapter 240 - 236: Bloody Castle 17 (Bonus - )
She hadn’t even begun her efforts to attract Prince Sisi yet.
The ball had already started, but Prince Sisi was still nowhere to be seen.
The banquet hall was too crowded, not only did she not see her teammates, but she also barely noticed any other players.
The entire banquet hall was magnificent, the venue vast, and the band played on either side of the walls. Besides the dance hall, there were long tables on both sides laden with various drinks and sweet foods.
A row of steps led up directly opposite the dance floor, and atop them was a luxurious throne, with guards stationed on either side of the steps.
It seemed it must be the seat for the prince.
The prince had yet to arrive, but many people below were already eagerly eyeing the direction of the seat, adjusting their poses as though designed to make sure the person who would soon sit in the chair could see their beautiful faces more clearly.
"Prince Sisi is here!" the doorman announced loudly.
The room fell instantly silent, even the music ceased.
The large door was slowly pulled open, and a pair of exquisite and opulent white boots stepped confidently onto the floor, making a crisp sound.
Josh followed everyone’s gaze and easily spotted the man walking slowly from the doorway.
He had a head of golden curly hair, a fair and delicate face like an elegant sculpture from ancient Greece, wearing a white, luxurious suit with a white cloak trailing behind, and a silver chain draped from the left shoulder to the right waist.
His entire being sparkled with intricate decorations and luxurious gemstones.
Even such dazzling clothes couldn’t overshadow his delicate features in the slightest.
The man’s deep blue eyes slowly swept over the crowd, an air of inherent superiority and disdain in his stern and somber face, as if no one was worthy of his attention.
Under the devout and respectful gazes of the crowd, the man slowly walked to his throne, lifted his lips slightly, and said, "You may continue."
His voice was deep and melodious, with just the right bit of hoarseness and indolence, so splendid it made one think of a beautifully resonant cello in a theater.
Josh was almost blinded by this sudden opulent scene.
Suddenly transitioning from a horror novel into a world of extravagant, flamboyant aristocracy was quite an adjustment.
Nevertheless...
Josh looked to the man on the stage, wondering if it was her illusion, but he seemed somewhat familiar.
Mina, in the dance floor, couldn’t hold back any longer and rushed forward to invite him to dance first: "Your Highness, may I have the honor of being the woman to dance the first dance with you?"
A gentlemanly smile appeared on Sisi’s stern and brooding face, and he nodded slightly: "Of course."
Josh was about to step forward to stop them, but saw the man already drawing his sword, piercing Mina’s heart.
The crowd was first taken aback, then quickly showed mocking smiles.
"Did she not see who she was facing, daring to offend our prince."
"The prince took the trouble to do it himself, what a convenience for her!"
"To die at the hands of the prince, what an honor that is!"
Josh observed these strange people and finally realized something was off.
Their eyes looked vacant, not like those of living people.
Normal people’s eyes would move, glancing at others, their eyeballs naturally turning.
But not these people; their eyes seemed nailed into their sockets, and when shifting their gaze, they moved their whole bodies rather than just their heads, very stiffly.
Josh attached the previously prepared shell necklace to her waist, beginning to navigate through the crowd, inadvertently moving towards the center of Sisi’s line of sight.
The women danced absentmindedly, occasionally sneaking glances at the throne on the high platform, shyly averting their eyes afterward.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Sisi noticed the shell at her waist, his gaze continually following her around.
Josh subtly curved her lips.
"Stop," Sisi suddenly commanded, halting the ball.
Everyone stopped, standing there in confusion.
Josh halted as well.
Sisi slowly stood, his inherent imposing aura lowering the atmospheric pressure in the banquet hall.
He gracefully descended the steps, the crowd parting for him.
Sisi stopped one step away from Josh: "What is your name?"
Josh, under everyone’s envious eyes: "Josh."
Sisi slightly furrowed his brows, a hint of displeasure in his eyes, and he drew his blade, placing it at her neck: "You should answer, ’Yes, Your Highness.’
Their gazes turned from envy to schadenfreude; they wondered where this country bumpkin came from, with no understanding of manners, offending the prince.
Josh discreetly rolled her eyes internally but outwardly bowed her head with reverence and vulnerability: "Yes, Your Highness, I am called Josh."
Sisi nodded: "Very well."
He paused, the longsword at Josh’s neck slowly sliding downward, across her chest, landing on the shell chain at her waist. His tone swiftly turned cold: "Has no one told you that in my castle, no one is allowed to wear shell adornments?"
Only then did everyone notice the shell at her waist.
The indoor lighting was simply too bright, and her waist too slender, with floral embroidery and gems embellishing her dress at the waist, concealing the pearl chain so well it was hard to detect.
The prince does have sharp eyes!
Josh nervously grasped the shell at her waist: "But... why, Your Highness?"
"Why?" Sisi arched an eyebrow, a trace of murderous intent passing over his somber face. "Are you questioning me?"
Josh tightened her grip on the shell, summoning the courage to meet his gaze: "Seashells on the beach are gifts from the Sea God, each unique and incredibly beautiful. Why can’t they be used for adornment?"
Sisi’s face darkened rapidly, even the shadows under his eyes deepened.
The hall’s lighting swiftly dimmed, the people around seemed to lose their souls in an instant, turning into puppets on strings, closing in on Josh with eyes filled with reproach and murder, as if blaming her, questioning her why she dared to affront the prince.
Everyone centered on Josh, closing in, the overwhelming pressure and murderous intent practically tangible, creeping all over her.
Josh couldn’t control coughing a couple of times, looking hurtfully at Sisi: "Your Highness, have you stopped liking shells?"
She bravely met Sisi’s gloomy eyes: "Or is it that you don’t dislike shells at all, Your Highness, but rather dislike me?"
The banquet hall fell deathly silent, Josh could even hear only her own breathing.
With a high fever, her breath felt burning.
Sisi suddenly laughed, letting out a pleasant chuckle through his nose, he sheathed his longsword, handing it to a nearby guard, and extended a gentlemanly hand toward Josh: "Miss Josh, may I invite you to dance with me?"
Josh knew she had gambled correctly.
Of course, Thomas had told her earlier in the afternoon not to wear shells.
If not for killing Ani and acquiring that necklace, she also would have listened to Thomas and not worn any shell-related adornment in front of Prince Sisi.
