"What's the matter? Aren't you going to respond?" Merissa spoke, rising from her throne. The sleeves of her white shirt slid down, completely covering her hands. As she stood, her movements seemed to command the very air around her, an aura of regal confidence and sensuality intertwining seamlessly. The room itself seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her presence.
The golden flicker in her eyes intensified, a playful spark mixed with an almost predatory curiosity as her blue hair cascaded down her shoulders and back, each strand a testament to her ethereal beauty. Her fingers traced a languid path along the armrest of the throne, a deliberate display of elegance that only further accentuated her commanding allure.
"So, what's your verdict?" she continued, her voice carrying a velvety undertone that seemed to resonate in the very core of the room. The shirt she wore bore a casual simplicity, yet on her, it became a statement of power, a reminder that rules could be bent by her will alone. The fabric clung to her figure, hinting at the graceful curves beneath in a tantalizing dance of suggestion.
As she rose to her full height, the shirt's fabric stretched, outlining her form in a way that was impossible to ignore. Her black undergarments contrasted with the pristine white of her attire, a subtle reminder of the enigma that was Merissa Oxivean. The room's atmosphere seemed to be caught between reverence and anticipation, as if awaiting the next move of a masterful chess player.
Merissa's lips curled into a half-smile, a mixture of amusement and intrigue. Her gaze never wavered, locking onto Mikahil with an intensity that suggested she could see through every layer of his being.
a thrilling tension that left the very room transformed in the wake of her presence.
"Or are you rendered speechless? Is that all it takes to paralyze you?" Her words lingered, a soft echo that reverberated in the stillness, awaiting his response like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. 'Kileana's letter said he was interesting, but he seems like a living statue... How uneventful.'
Mikahil took a step forward and began walking toward the queen. "I apologize for my delay; I needed to savor this moment because even though this world is a vast garden of flowers, you, my queen, are one of the most beautiful."
'Hmm, I think I might get diabetes from this...' Mikahil thought upon hearing what he had said, using it as a diversion to try to avoid leaving a bad impression.
Mikahil stopped, looking at Merissa, who had started to gaze over the rest of his body, moving from his toes to his head. Her golden eyes seemed to shimmer, and a suggestive smile formed. "The most beautiful flower... Well, that doesn't sound bad to me."
Merissa sat in the air, disappearing from Mikahil's view, causing a strange sensation in his body as if he had been dead for a fraction of a second. ' What was that? ' he thought.
In front of Mikahil, Merissa was back on her throne, letting out a yawn and speaking, "Interesting. You didn't fall to your knees like all the others."
Once again, the sensation that Mikahil's body had died returned, and now Merissa was in front of him, her hand on her chin. ' But what's happening? I can't seem to see. '
Before Mikahil could say anything, a bead of dry sweat rolled down Merissa's forehead as she spoke, "You seem interesting. I'll change my vote to yes."
With a kiss from Merissa planted on Mikahil's lips, a small black bird made of pure mana formed above them. It looked toward the window and darted through it without causing any damage, disappearing into the sky within seconds.
' Huh? I like this, but I don't like why they're attacking me like this ' thought Mikahil, pulling his lips away from Merissa's and saying, "For someone pure, you're quite forward. Is this how a queen should behave?"
"Hahahah, Honey, I am the queen. I do as I please," Merissa put her hand on Mikahil's shoulder and started squeezing it tightly. "And you should conduct yourself accordingly. After all, besides being your queen, I will also be one of your wives." The ground beneath Mikahil's feet cracked, surprising Merissa as she saw Mikahil standing still.
"If you want to make me kneel, you'll have to do better than that," Mikahil brought his arm up to Merissa's shoulder, pushing her down and raising a cloud of dust.
' Oops, I guess I lost control...' thought Mikahil as he felt both of Merissa's hands grip his left arm.
' Those eyes... So, that's what my mother was talking about ' thought Merissa.
For the third time, Mikahil felt his body die, and in the blink of an eye, all the damage the two had caused vanished as if it had never happened.
And in the distance, Merissa was back seated in her throne, saying, "You got my yes as a queen, and now you have my yes as a wife. I would have liked to test your limits, but I don't have the energy for that. As you know, I'm quite lazy." Merissa winked, and the whole room was suddenly enveloped in darkness. When the light returned, she was behind the throne, leaning against the back of the chair. "Come on, let's go to my room. There are some important things we need to discuss."
'System, what just happened?' Mikahil thought, walking behind Merissa. On one hand, it was too easy to overpower her using brute force, but on the other hand, it felt like she had control over Mikahil's life. It couldn't be time-based due to her passive ability.
[Initiating analysis based on user's memory and senses]
Mikahil sighed, helping Merissa to settle as he asked, "Now, wait a second, what do you mean by wives?"
"Huh? Why are you denying becoming my fiancé?" Merissa asked as they arrived at a door diagonally opposite the throne.
"No, no, I'm not idiot to deny someone as beautiful as you. It's just that you mentioned 'wives' and not 'wife.' Do you not know my partner, or do you?" Mikahil replied.
"Ah... Damn... They left this to me just because I didn't attend the meeting," Merissa spoke as if her soul wanted to escape her body. "In short, all twenty or so queens will be your wives."