*Knock Knock
Breaking the sereneness of the room, A familiar knocking sound fills the whole room. Without even waiting for Eshir's approval, the shiny Brown wooden door was unbolted by the pressure extended by the figure outside.
A beautiful yet mischievous figure enters the room holding dozens of distinct and resplendent fineries in her arms. A few more manservants and maids followed behind her carrying other accessories with them.
Without even asking for permission. That chestnut-hair beauty clad in a classic maid outfit moves toward Eshir, placing pairs of shirts and pants gauging which one will suit him the most.
"I—" "Shhh" Seeing the most serious expression she had ever shown him. Eshir tried to tell her something but was silenced by her finger on his lips.
His lips twitched seeing her manner. 'She...' Seeing her focused eyes he sighed.
*Sigh
This is not the first time something like this happened. He tried to discipline her by threatening to fire her but found her too recalcitrant.
After careful deliberation and consideration, she finally chose the clothes she found the most alluring.
With a deft motion of her nimble hands, she removed the bathrobe from his body. Only leaving him in his undergarments. Other servants follow her lead, moving toward Eshir carrying the dress chosen by Ella and starting to dress him up.
"Hurry, we can't have the protagonist of today's ball arrive late" Ella urged them to dress him faster while combing his hair. While combing a particularly seized all her attention which almost made her stop moving her hand.
While getting dressed Eshir entertains a mischievous thought in his mind.
...
"We arrived," The Driver said as he stopped the vintage model car in front of the marvelous castle.
In a heartbeat, the door of the car opened and the figure of the youth came out of the car.
He was wearing a white shirt, a light green suit vest, a jet-black tuxedo, a dark royal green one-shoulder cloak with black and white fur, green colored tie, and raven-colored pants. He is wearing a shiny silver color brooch, the green gem in the center of the brooch glows under the dark sky similar to his eyes.
He is wearing a silver watch with a dark royal green Center. The hour hand of the watch points between 7 and 8. With black shoes, a belt, and a black glove in one hand he looked drop-dead gorgeous making even heaven jealous. Especially after the ritual, he became more handsome the ever.
Following behind is a beautiful brown-haired maid. When they entered, to put his mischievous plan into motion, he ordered his maid "Ella, Tell Father, I have an important thing to discuss with him."
As he said that he walked toward his room. The activity Eshir hates the most is gathering with other nobles. The reason is something Eshir would never acknowledge.
Unlike the kids in orphanages, they all have Bright futures ahead of them and this never fits well with his superiority complex. With the resources their parents put in them, the only limit they have is their talent and ability to learn.
Even with poor talent their final result will be undoubtedly better than the poor hardworking person. Especially those who have a good bloodline. The strength differences between those who were born with silver spoons and those who come from humble origins are like differences between heaven and earth.
The rich will grow stronger while the poor will grow weaker. What an unkind and unfair world right. The civil war, the massacre of commoners, the tyranny of the strong. Despite the strict law and the efforts put against it to make it almost negligible in our kingdom some kingdoms just watch from the side not making any efforts to stop those evil practices.
Sara Kingdom is the prime example. Already entangled with many religious propagandas and religious wars to the point of forming new religions every day.
They don't have enough force for this matter at least that's what they say. Everyone knows it's just an excuse and they are secretly supporting these practices. It's already a miracle that this kingdom is working properly even with the tyranny of royals and the biases they have among themselves and others.
*Sigh
Eshir sighed thinking of it as he tried thinking of a way to stabilize this kingdom. As it is one of the main turning points in the Great Demon War.
Eshir moves his hand and grabs the thing ahead of him. He twists and pushes it similarly.
*Thud
Opening the door of his room, he moved toward his bed and sat on it.
'Gosh, Can't she Stop talking for a second? This is the first time I have seen a system this talkative. And doesn't she have a good topic to talk about? Does she only know how to provoke me? Did she use all her stat points for that good voice and leave nothing for her intelligence?' Eshir thinks. Just as he was about to talk with Athena. she asked him a question.
[Are you going to tell them you can use mana now] Athena asked with her enchanting voice.
He plans to tell them he can use mana now. He believes this is enough to push everyone into chaos and delay tonight's banquet to indefinite time.
"Yes," Eshir replied in a short and direct answer waiting for her to ask why. But he gets no reply whatsoever. Seeing she has no intention of asking further. After a brief pause, he continued further.
"It's not like I can hide it forever. And if I didn't tell them I could use mana I would most likely go to some above-average or good academy for higher studies. But it's too dangerous. When the world falls into chaos there will be no place you can run to. So it's better to be in the best Academy albeit more dangerous than others. After all, it's easier to fight a known danger than an unknown one. Only in the eye of the storm can I be safe. Only amidst of disorder can I find order. And even with all the connections of Aron going there is quite hard." Eshir said and chuckled remembering the line he read in
[Brilliant plan. Go tell that that a godly being bestowed you the ritual which will cure your mana problem. Quite reasonable, right?] Athena said with unadulterated sarcasm in her voice.
'Well, it's not like I have any other choice.' Eshir thinks and sighs. But before he could reply to her the familiar knocking sound reverberated.
"Come in," Eshir said.
"Lord Aron said you to join them in dinner," Ella said.
"This early??" Eshir inquired.
"He said he felt hungry earlier than usual" Ella answered.
"Fine," Eshir said as he too was feeling hungry. Especially after that ritual.
'Da fuck is he planning now.' Eshir thinks definitely not gonna buying he only called because he felt hungry earlier than usual. 'Did he know of the ritual already?? No, it's not possible. Ella doesn't usually inquire from others about what I do. And no servant of the villa will tell him what I do without being asked first. About the ball tonight?? My fiancé? Ahh fuck that's why I hate smart people, and he is brilliantly cunning for his or good' Eshir thinks before walking toward the dining room. He Pondered some more on those questions and his plan on the way.
...
As the servant opens the door of the dining room. Eshir enters and trots toward the empty seat next to his mother. On his way his way he once again felt a sensation similar to the one he felt when he was standing that masked perverted middle-aged man when to go to buy the ingredients for his ritual. But this time the sensation is quite short-lived, almost making him believe he was just hallucinating.
Under the watchful gaze of his sister Shuna and father Aron, he sat on his seat. From the corner of his eyes, Eshir saw the door once again opened but this time not by the servants.
From the door, an exuberant figure appears. With jet-black hair and gray eyes, similar to Aron, making him look like a younger version of Aron, but more handsome. With a big smile on his drop-dead gorgeous face which even narcissistic Eshir will admit, is not much inferior to him, He enters the room.
He is wearing jet-black shit with a silver border on his sleeve. The top four buttons of his are unbuttoned showing his milky white chest with kissing markers on it. His chest exposure coupled with his well-defined face gives him an Alluring aura making any maiden who sees him feel her body heat.
He is wearing a silver brooch with a blue gem at the center, and a black suit and pants. Seeing Eshir his eyes lighten up. His pace fastened but after only two steps his steps abruptly halted and he felt his body being dragged from behind.
A maid whose gray hair is tied in a low ponytail glares at Ren with her beautiful blue eyes as she drags him outside. With a bow, she closed the door.