103 No saint

Some guests looked at the doors where the Duke had disappeared, pitying that he couldn't enjoy such rare meat, while a few couldn't help but laugh at Lady Marceline's fallen face. 

The vampiress felt like she was drowning in humiliation, and her mood that had brightened up after bringing this mermaid in front of everyone turned damp. Before she could fix her fallen face, one of the women there picked up a pearl formed by the crying mermaid's tears. 

The female guest softly laughed and turned to Marceline. She said, "Lady Marceline, it seems like you weren't able to get your hands on a quality mermaid, and instead you got your hands on a low-quality mermaid."

Marceline's eyes snapped on the female guest. Hiding her anger behind her polite smile, she politely asked, "What do you mean, Lady Dayleza?"