For Princess Amaryllis' debut party, I prepared myself to be extra-handsome than normal.
I wear newly ironed crimson red long buttoned sleeves, a tuxedo with thin white stripes, blacker-than-night slacks, and spit-shined black leather shoes. I also had a red necktie with silver stripes to finish the deal to my handsomeness.
Using the budget hair wax I bought from a nearby grocery store, I styled my hair upwards like a semi-mohawk.
For a person on a very tight budget where my parents wouldn't lend me money, I managed to finish up my style. If only the party is one week later where I could get my first grand salary as a Dragon Sage, I could have picked an all-gold tuxedo.
With full confidence, I waltzed and tiptoed on the red carpet that points to the entrance of the Royal Hall. My jolly mood for the night was just ruined by the guard who halted my grand entrance.
"Invitation please?" The guard asked.
I frisked myself from vests to the shoe. I even checked my underwear to look for the princess's invitation to me. It was then that I realized that I don't have the invitation letter with me, nor any identification that I'm a guest. Heck, my Dragon Sage badge is not even here!
"Aw, crap! Hanna took the invitation letter!" I muttered to myself. With a quick solution formulated inside my brain, I again faced the guard. "Do a handsome person like me need an invitation? Surely, the princess is waiting for her knight in shining armor."
"Get lost!" The guard pushed me away.
The guard was about to sermon me but then he froze like an ice sculpture. All the other guards, guests, butlers, and maids who were minding their businesses all had their eyes at the edge of the red carpet.
When I looked behind, I saw an aged limousine. Coming from such a classy antique car is a beautiful maiden in a pure white short gown. Because of her well-endowed built and long-legged tallness, a huge portion of her bountiful cleavage and pearl-white thighs are displayed like a supermodel. A long blue scarf that swirled around her arms gave off elegance similar to a goddess.
Everyone froze as her black high heels made a step on the red carpet. The white ribbon ornament on her princess-cut long dark-blue hair bounced as she walked with grace. Her crimson-red eyes looked at me with kindness, and her smile made me forget everything I know.
"Hiya, Uly~" Goddess Yehanna Lancelot waved her dark-gloved hand. "Am I late?"
"N-No. N-Not a-at a-all." I muttered. I even forgot how to speak like a normal person.
"What's wrong with you?" Yehanna chuckled. "You even forgot to take the invitation letter from me."
Yehanna went in front of the guard and pulled out a letter from her cleavage. The letter contains the royal seal.
"This is our invitation for two~" Yehanna smiled.
"R-Right this way!" The guard immediately opened the door to the Royal Hall. He even bowed afterward as if he's serving the Royal Family themselves.
"Come on, Uly! What are you staring at me for? Let's go!" Yehanna grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.
The Royal Hall is as wide as a concert stadium, but indoors and filled with crystal chandeliers. Everything here is colored gold, the floors, the walls, and even the ceilings. There are lots of round tables that offer buffets upon buffets of food. There's even a wine fountain, a chocolate fountain, and a mixed fruit fountain.
Like any other royal party, this debut is filled with aristocrats. Gentlemen are competing for the shiniest tux and shoes, while ladies try to be as original as they can be with their gowns.
However, when we both entered the hall, the competition has concluded. All their eyes are on us, particularly Yehanna who dared to show off as much skin as possible while being elegant. I can imagine all those noblemen having their eyes heart-shaped as they stare at my Dragonoid Contractor.
"Hey, hey! Are you okay? Your face is red!" Yehanna stopped walking and pushed her face closer to me. With a great view of her adorable delicate face, my sense of time stopped once again. She put her slightly cold hand on my forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever, but your temperature's high. Maybe you're stressed due to over-studying? We should have declined the invitation if you said you're not feeling well."
"I-I'm okay!" I cried.
"You also seem to stutter a lot. As I thought, something is wrong with you tonight." Now Yehanna started to frown, worrying about me.
"N-No! I-I'm fine!" I cried once again. Then I muttered under my breath. "I'm getting weird like this because you look so stunning."
"What was that?" Yehanna lent her ear.
"I said you look so gorgeous that I couldn't speak!" I confessed out loud.
"Eh!?"
There was a three-second silence between us. Yehanna blushed for those times we stayed still, looking at each other. She twirled her hair with her fingers two times until finally snapped out of it.
"Eeeh? So, my dear Dragon Sage is a perverted man after all?" Yehanna clung to my arm playfully. Her breasts are now squeezing my elbow. "I knew you've been looking at me in a lewd way~"
"Shut up! Stop being so clingy, you vixen!" I tried to shake her off.
Yehanna's grip went tighter while teasing me. "Kya~ I won't let go of my handsome partner!"
I inhaled lots of air to calm myself. Then I finally gave up on shaking off the vixen who's been playing with my instincts as a man. Now that I unleashed what my mind and heart wanted to say, I can finally talk to Yehanna like normal.
"Fine then. Since you called me handsome, even though you're just messing with me, I'll let it slide."
"I'm not messing with you though. You look handsome tonight~" Yehanna said.
I got a little flattered, but I'm used to Yehanna teasing me. I just went on to walk until we reached the table where Princess Amaryllis and her knight Ross Bedivere is situated.
"Welcome! Thank you for attending my debut party!" Princess Amaryllis jollily greeted us.
Princess Amaryllis is as adorable as ever. The sides of her long silver hair are formed like a bun that resembles cat ears. Her long gown is a mix of platinum and emerald that glitters like precious jewels. She's also wearing a green royal hat with a golden cross sigil.
Ross Bedivere, who is my old-time best friend, is wearing a white tuxedo with a flower on his chest. Underneath his coat is a dark buttoned long sleeve. He's also equipped with an ornamental golden sword that fits his title of a Royal Knight of the princess.
"I know you will never let us down, Ulysses." Ross offered a fist bump.
I took his fist bump and replied with a smile. "Of course. The party will not start in the absence of a handsome guy like me."
"But I'm already here," Ross answered.
There was a second of silence.
And then it was replaced by the laughter of us four. Nobody expected that Ross would say such a comeback to my narcissistic remark with his arrogance.
Meanwhile, the princess has been staring at Yehanna for some time now. Yehanna is getting a little bit uncomfortable, so she remained speechless but troubled. She's having a hard time maintaining a forced smile with the awkwardness.
"Hey, Ross!" The princess pulled her white knight's sleeve.
"What is it, Mary?"
"I finally decided my 18th Birthday wish!" The princess jollily bounced.
"Oh? I thought you wanted His and Her Majesty to attend to your debut?"
"Not anymore since they won't come here anyway. They're busy with more important matters than my birthday. I have a better, more realistic birthday wish!"
"What is it?"
With an innocent smile on her face and glittering effects on her eyes, she proclaimed her wish out loud.
"I wish I could grow boobies and thighs just like Miss Lancelot!"