My interracial harem of beautiful queens

The upcoming ball excited the guests – the event was lively and lavishly decorated, giving many high-ranking attendees a sense of satisfaction. Knight Clinton did a decent job fulfilling the basic desires of the guests – luxury, a beautiful interior, and the selection of gentlemen and ladies.

Before heading to the ball, Adam had to go through the process of dressing up. He was handed a clean, well-ironed black tuxedo with classic shoes of the same color.

"A bit tight in the groin area," thought Adam as he examined himself in the mirror. Overall, he looked good, although, to be honest, his long hair and tuxedo didn't quite match, but he liked it nonetheless.

Adam was somewhat carefree, a contrast to Elrion's behavior. "Aah! What to do, what to do... I'll definitely have to deal with high-ranking people! I'm not used to casually talking to such people!" he exclaimed, pacing around the room, making Adam dizzy.

"Stop spinning around the room. Your whining won't help; I'll just put on a confident smile and deal with it. Everything will go smoothly without problems," said Adam, rolling his eyes. He was getting annoyed with Elrion's behavior.

"Hmph! Why are you so calm? I admit, I've had a chance to attend such events before, but they weren't as grand as today's. So, I'm nervous! And you, you're unfazed!" complained Elrion.

"Why should I worry? It's not like I have problems with etiquette, and my face seems to be fine, so I don't see any issues," replied Adam, raising an eyebrow. He pointed at Elrion, "You should relax a bit. Even if you encounter a beautiful naked noblewoman there, you need to maintain composure in any situation. It's the key to superiority and the method by which you'll earn the respect of your conversation partner."

"You talk as if you have experience," noted Elrion, finally ceasing his whining.

Adam just smiled and didn't respond, to which Elrion irritatedly snorted.

***

Entering the main hall, Adam noticed a large number of gentlemen and ladies, walking back and forth – the hall was crowded, and almost every table had people.

At the edge of the main hall, a group of loaders arranged the necessary instruments on which the musicians would play. Meanwhile, Elrion and Adam simply strolled through the main hall, as they had no mutual acquaintances, and consequently, couldn't chat with anyone. They didn't know anyone!

It was somewhat embarrassing and too uncomfortable for Elrion, though Adam felt quite lively. He just smiled and even had the courage to approach and strike up a conversation with other people.

Elrion, with his jaw wide open, watched as Adam quickly befriended an old nobleman. His name was Deris.

"Hehehe, I didn't recognize you right away in this attire, Adam. Your performance and beauty made me enjoy myself, and it turns out you're also a magivolve! How splendid, in the future, you'll definitely have no shortage of women," praised Knight Deris – he looked like an old man with gray hair, his face was wrinkled, and there were small wounds all over, both on his face and hands. The old man had cold, piercing, authoritative gray eyes.

"You flatter me. Beauty doesn't have the power that true strength possesses. At the moment, I intend to devote myself entirely to the study of magic, as I've found my talent in it," replied Adam, smiling friendly.

"Ohh... dealing with mages in the Empire is a different story. If the stars align, and you move to the Semi-Immortality Realm, there's a high chance that Imperial mages will notice you and invite you to their team – that's where you'll unleash your true potential."

"Oh? I'll trust your professional opinion, sir."

"Hahaha! You've embarrassed an old man!"

Elrion, standing next to Adam, could only remain silent. He tried to somehow join the conversation but always stopped himself, realizing that his nonsense would only hinder the two.

Looking at Adam, his facial expression became complicated – he never thought Adam could be so sociable and find common ground with a nobleman who usually treated commoners with arrogance.

"This guy is amazing," thought Elrion and sighed.

After a lengthy conversation, during which Adam received an invitation from Deris to visit his territory, Adam and Elrion stepped out onto the balcony to breathe in the fresh air.

Inhaling the clean cold night air, Adam turned his gaze to the starry sky, which shone brightly, giving him a strange sense of closeness.

A maid passing by witnessed this scene and froze, as if meeting the gaze of the Gorgon Medusa. She was stunned by this beautiful picture, her cheeks blushing, and moisture appeared in the groin area.

Such reactions were mainly shown by mortals who had not embarked on the path of magivolve. The stronger the magivolve, the greater their natural charm – all thanks to magical energy. And by combining these two things, Adam gained additional charisma and could enchant innocent maidens. What a sinful man.

However, he was not interested in entering into such relationships with a maid, considering that Lina was waiting for him at home at the moment.

"..."

Adam closed his eyes, feeling the cold wind gently caressing his cheek. In his mind, female figures appeared – his wives who remained in the Lower Realm.

No matter how hard he tried, even after such a long time, he had to accept the fact that opening a portal to the Lower Realm at his level was impossible.

Unless Amarantha and the others could break through the barrier of the Higher Realm. In other cases, he would have to become stronger.

And while he was lost in his thoughts...

The ball began.

***

A beautiful female figure entered the main hall – it instantly silenced everyone, as if someone had muted the room with a TV remote.

The woman had silky black hair flowing down her back through a long slit, and her brown eyes shone with coldness and power.

Her figure was slender, she was beautiful, like a goddess, and she was tall. She was Lady Clinton.

"Welcome, everyone, to my ball, friends," she began speaking – her voice was tender and simultaneously authoritative, causing many nobles to feel pressure.

Adam also felt this pressure, but he felt it much better, as he was a magivolve. He could say that Lady Clinton is a being that can be compared in strength to Amarantha, and in some aspects, she might even surpass her.

"In addition, her aura was painfully familiar. On his first day, when he wanted to enter the village, a carriage passed by him, and he remembered that aura. It was her.

'How powerful,' thought Adam, squinting his eyes.

Based on his ignorance, he couldn't give an exact estimate of her level, but he could say that she could easily kill him a hundred times without breaking a sweat.

'Oh...'

Elrion sweated a bit, not accustomed to such authoritative behavior from his acquaintance, but soon he felt a pleasant coolness, and the pressure subsided. Looking around, he saw Adam, who had created a small dome around Elrion.

"T-Thank you... I didn't know you were a magivolve," Elrion said with a bitter smile, thanking Adam.

"Just broke through recently," Adam replied nonchalantly, shifting his gaze to Knight Clinton.

She was finishing her speech, which he had listened to because his brain filtered out unnecessary information.

After her long words, the ball officially began, although in reality, it had started long ago. Now, guests could freely eat and dance, and the musicians started playing.

Soon, the main hall was filled with an atmosphere of joy and laughter, giving Adam a pleasant feeling as if he were at home.

In the end, a ball was a ball, and it was time to dance. When the time came, Adam was invited to a dance, although usually, it was the other way around.

"P-Please allow me to be your partner in your first dance, sir!"

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A girl with freckles approached him and curtsied, her face turning red. She looked ordinary – neither ugly nor beautiful.

"P-Please allow me to be your partner in your first dance, sir!"

A girl with freckles approached him and curtsied, her face "Of course. Lady, allow me to accompany you in the dance," Adam said with a smile, finally using the official invitation method.

"Y-yes!"

After the lady in front of him agreed with a bright smile, they stepped onto the dance floor. Soon, the two of them, or rather, Adam, attracted the audience's attention – each of them was enchanted by their dance.

"Oh, what a beautiful dance! Their movements are simply exquisite! Who is this young man?"

"I've been teaching dance for over thirty years and have not seen a more perfect dance. Bravo, friends, bravo!"

Adam didn't respond to the audience's comments and gave himself entirely to the dance. After they finished dancing, the lady was excited and thanked him in every possible way. Then, looking left and then right, she handed him an invitation letter.

"H-Here, take it! This letter will allow you to be respected guests on the Viscount Brace's territory!"

But before Adam could say anything, she immediately ran away. The man raised an eyebrow, hiding the letter in his inner pocket. Suddenly, he felt the need to buy a cabinet for letters.

The scene with invitations repeated over and over, so Adam had no time even to rest. Elrion, standing in the corner and drinking wine, smiled, watching him. Some ladies also tried to invite him, but he declined.

Turning his gaze to the night sky, Elrion sipped wine and thought, 'Lucy, do you think I was able to fulfill our dream?'

***

It was already deep into the night. The ball was ending, and Adam was literally dying of exhaustion. Even being a magivolve, his mind and body couldn't withstand so many people eager to dance with him. Refusing was not an option, as many could consider him rude, affecting his future connections.

Therefore, he had to endure and grit his teeth.

"Ugh... dying of exhaustion," groaned Adam, drinking a cool carbonated drink brought to him by a maid.

"You did great, managing to make so many connections. You've already accumulated forty letters," said Elrion, stirring a pile of invitation letters in his hand – they were all invitations for Adam.

"That's the only thing that makes me happy," replied Adam and closed his eyes, allowing the maid to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The main hall was already empty – there were at most ten people, five of whom were service staff.

While he rested, Adam suddenly heard a voice behind him.

"Elrion and Adam. I've been looking for you."

This authoritative female voice... Adam turned his head.

Behind him stood Knight Clinton.

To be continued...

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