Amon went back to eating while looking at everyone here.
Of the many, the most conspicuous was Ariel. She was now being mobbed by men trying to win her heart.
'If you touch her, I'll kill you.'
From childhood, Ariel was known for her beauty. It was even predicted that she would become one of the most beautiful women in the world when she grew up.
In fact, she was. Now, there were many beautiful ladies and princesses here, but only Ariel was the center of attention.
Suddenly, a very intimate couple approached Amon while holding each other tightly.
"Eh? Look! Who is this person eating alone? Isn't that Lord Amon who is hated by his own fiancée?"
Amon recognized the silver-haired man who was mocking him.
Berig wasn't mentioned in the novel, but he was in Amon's original memories.
He was the one who loved to show off his intimacy with his fiancée, and also always mocked Amon for having a bad relationship with Ariel.
"Berig, what are you doing here? I'm eating right now, there's no time for you. Get lost!"
"Ohh, I see. Eating alone without the company of your fiancé? How lonely. Poor, poor Amon." Berig said with a mocking grin.
Berig's mockery pierced his ears and sank into his heart.
Amon wanted to pull out his sword and slash Berig right here.
But he could only tremble while holding back his anger.
This place was not a place where he could act as he pleased.
"Later, I will definitely cut you down."
"Later is later, now is now. For now I will accompany you to eat."
"Huh?"
Berig then dragged in a table and a pair of chairs. Then he and his fiancée began to eat together there. His fiancée took a spoonful of food before feeding Berig.
While chewing the food, Berig smiled mockingly at Amon, who had placed his hand on Karyuken.
"How is that? You don't have a lover who feeds you, do you? Are you jealous?"
'Damn, I'm so jealous!!!' Amon thought while gritting his teeth.
This is what they call pain without blood.
Suddenly, Ariel walked in front of Amon.
"Ariel?"
This was his moment of revenge.
"What's wrong?"
"Kiss me now."
Ariel gasped before blushing, she didn't expect Amon to ask that here.
But she leaned closer to Amon anyway before kissing his lips in front of everyone in the room.
As their tongues danced, the room fell into stunned silence. Even the music stopped.
All eyes were on Ariel and Amon kissing each other in the most sensual style.
Their mouths were wide open, expressing shock.
The sound of breaking glasses hitting the floor echoed through the room. They didn't expect a fairy to kiss a slacker like Amon.
Some of the men who dreamed of Areil as their wife began to shed tears, some biting their lips until they bled in a burning rage.
There were also those who collapsed, unable to accept such a shocking reality.
"N-no way!"
"The graceful Lady Ariel kissed that man in such a sensual way!"
"Damn it, I'm so jealous."
"How did he get a kiss from Lady Ariel?"
"He must have used threats!"
"I'll definitely kill him!"
Many of the Maturation Ceremony participants dreamed of getting a kiss from the beautiful Ariel. However, seeing that Amon got it first, they could only vow to kill him during the ceremony.
After they finished kissing and leaving saliva on their lips, Ariel walked away.
"I'm going to the toilet." She said with a blush on her face.
Amon looked back at Berig.
He was now frozen like a statue with his mouth wide open.
"This is called making out adult style, son. Not like you who just feed each other like little kids."
This time, it was Amon's turn to grin mockingly.
"What threat did you give her? Why did she suddenly want to kiss you?"
"It's rude to slander like that, we just love each other."
"That's an impossible thing."
Suddenly, their conversation was interrupted by the overwhelming aura of a powerful entity.
Five people descended from the upper floor into the party room.
Each of them had a majestic aura that exerted pressure on everyone. Just by their presence, the entire room, which had been bustling, fell into a solemn silence.
They walked casually, yet felt so honorable and dignified.
Everyone immediately knelt down, honoring them.
"All hail the Patriarch and the Elders of Lucerion."
Everyone spoke in unison, creating an echo that sent vibrations to the heart.
"Let us begin immediately, the Maturation Ceremony."
Without further ado, the Patriarch began. He had silver hair, and had the appearance of a man in his thirties.
Amon and the other three hundred participants came forward.
They lined up neatly, with the main family members in the front row.
The servants then gave each of them a black bracelet.
"It shows how many people are left, and also has the function of teleporting you back here by saying 'I surrender'."
Amon and the others put them on, before blue circles appeared below them.
"Good luck."
After the Patriarch said that, his eyes happened to glance at Amon.
"Amon, don't forget that if you are in the middle or lower ranks, then you will be expelled."
When the other participants saw Amon being singled out by the Patriarch in a negative way, they laughed at him. Even those from the branch families - whose status was lower than Amon's.
'Damn it, all of you! I'll slap you with my achievements!'
Blushing, Amon could only endure the embarrassment.
"Yes, Lord Lucerion. I understand."
After that, the Maturation Ceremony began.
This ceremony had its roots in the tragic story of Clan Lucerion's founder. When he was eighteen years old, he was thrown into the forest by his family, as he was a lazy unemployed man and a burden to the family's finances.
After that horrible experience, he matured. At the same time, he obtained a treasure left behind by the gods. Using the treasure he began his cultivation path and ended up forming the great Lucerion Clan.