His old flame hadn't shown up, and the banquet's appeal instantly dropped several notches for Isaac. After all, he didn't manage a fiefdom or build up a faction, so socializing with the Nobility was meaningless to him.
Besides, he was a Mad Witch.
So Isaac didn't even go over to his older sister and the others, instead wandering around the banquet aimlessly by himself, occasionally grabbing a few pastries to stuff in his mouth.
"Hello, why are you all alone? On bad terms with your family?"
A pity. Even though he was a Mad Witch whose reputation struck fear in people's hearts, he was still a member of the Solomons Family, which was enough to draw attention. And sure enough, a young woman holding a glass of red wine approached him.
Isaac glanced at the magnificent sight of the young woman's chest, a flash of understanding in his eyes. 'Just as I thought,' he mused. 'The reason she looked so flat before was because her chest was bound.'
