C283 Dancing for the Night's Feast True

11: 30 PM. Central London, Eisenberg Plaza.

"Mm …" I'm sorry. Arthur apologized in a low voice. This was the 171st time he stepped on Percivale's foot.

"Ahaha, no, it's okay." Percivale endured the pain coming from his toes and looked at the pale, skinny, and sickly girl in front of him.

Before, when the other party said that he was not good at dancing