His primary goal for the evening was in play, and he was ready to serve. He didn't know the specifics behind why this party was so crucial, and why he would even get an order from the Bishops themselves to appear and investigate. It was the first time that the amateur cultist, glorified meat shield that he was, had received word from a Bishop at all. He was normally the sort of low-tier grunt that would get orders passed down the ladder until it eventually became a task relevant to him, but this was a direct order.
I'm a guildless mercenary who fought against the demon invasions. Yeah, that's right., Tomoe thought to himself, preparing a convincing cover story in his head in the event that somebody pressed the questions back onto him.
Tomoe re-entered the Grand Ball once more, the facade of an unremarkable, unknown mercenary already in effect. He entered the main socializing area and began conversing with others. Doing the best job he could at hiding his 'small town Joyan' accent, he allowed others to talk about themselves more than he spoke of his own fake past.
He was efficient in choosing who he kept as a conversation partner, and for whom he would make bathroom break excuses to dodge out of a pointless interaction. More and more he decided he would gravitate towards the nobility, who he could impress with his fictitious mercenary stories and learn any potentially valuable information from in return.
Thus, Tomoe began his search for another conversation partner who seemed interesting.
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