Franz had arrived early and left soon after when nothing caught his interest.
By "left," it meant retreating to the executive room to observe for a while.
The lower society was filled with a mix of nobles, most of whom Franz deemed unremarkable.
A bunch of fools openly exposing their identities, oblivious to the fact that this was precisely what the Council wanted.
These people wouldn't receive an invitation to the next gathering.
They were deemed incompetent.
That was the true purpose of these gatherings—to weed out the unworthy and identify those with potential within the lower circle.
Eventually, creating the true Council of Owls.
"Oh, there was one."
The man claiming to be a Baron.
Franz had introduced himself as a Viscount. At first, the man seemed ordinary.
But as the night progressed, Franz noticed how seamlessly he blended with the crowd, skillfully avoiding any conspicuous displays of pride or revealing too much about himself.
Just like Franz himself.
