“Sir, sir. Did you notice the way the nobles here look at you?” Mirian whispered.

“If you say anything about stripping naked. I will shove you in the leather pocket and not let you out for a month,” Eugene gave a curt response.

“Kiek.” The spirit of desire promptly disappeared with a whine upon hearing Eugene’s response. She had been munching on cheese and lamb which she held with both hands.

Eugene observed the surroundings with a calm gaze. Everyone smiled brightly when they met his gaze, including Count Winslon’s immediate lineage to nobles who came from all over the world with the count’s invitation. Although he wasn’t too sure about stripping naked, sucking, and biting, he knew that everyone wanted him.

But Eugene had no intention of entrusting himself or being sworn in to any of them.

“Sir Eugene, Is the food not to your liking?” Count Winslon asked.

“I already had quite a bit earlier, Your Excellency. The cook’s skills are definitely commendable. It was incredible,” Eugene responded. It wasn’t actually true, and he had barely touched the food, but Eugene recalled how the gluttonous spirit had seemed even more obsessed than usual.

“I’m glad to hear that. Then shall we go and have a smoke?” Count Winslon continued.

“Of course,” Eugene responded.

Everyone’s gazes were drawn to the two men as they stood up. However, they knew better than to interrupt the two. When Count Winslon was taking someone to smoke separately,...