"It seems like we will be attending the president's grand ball after all," Viktor said with a narrowed gaze as he saw the Fruit of Youth disappear back into the platform while Narin was winding up the auction with her best smiles.
Seraphina took a deep breath as she looked at him and said with concern on her face, "This will be very dangerous and risky. Are you sure…you want to still help me with this? I don't want—"
Seraphina wouldn't have been this worried if it was the dark elves. But now that they have to deal with Prince Mevron, who was part of the royal family of the Winter Dragon race, she only got more worried.
It was not that she thought Viktor was weak but because if things don't go according to plan, he might suffer. He was still someone who was like a baby in the supernatural world, and she really had no idea if being immune to death was his source of motivation or if there was something else.
