The Bored Immortal

These two men were none other than Viktor and Brad, who had arrived right on time. Viktor was dressed in dashing silver robes with exquisite embroidery that looked like the finest piece of art.

Brad only wore a simple white robe since he claimed he didn't want to accidentally outshine the main character of today's ceremony, Viktor. Viktor could only shake his head hearing such a comment from him.

Among the crowd, those who hadn't seen Viktor before had to admit that he was even more handsome than the rumors they heard. Those who thought that their Young Mistress would never find a man elegant and charming enough to match her beauty felt as if they might have to eat their own words.

And among the older generation, they didn't really care if he was handsome or ugly. They wanted to subtly spread their senses to check him out but didn't since that would be considered rude.

However, from afar, he seemed like a human. How could this be possible? Didn't the patriarch say he was a vampire and a werewolf? Even if vampires and werewolves might look human on the outside, there were certain small characteristics that would separate them from ordinary humans.

For a moment, they didn't know whether to feel glad about this or not.

Viktor could feel many old people staring at him in a uncomfortable manner, but he ignored them even if he found it annoying for the sake of Nyissa.

He knew people here were very curious about him or might even not like him for not being entirely human. But he didn't care. As long as Nyissa accepted him, that was all he wanted.

However, when he looked at some of the young women gathered together in the crowd, their expressions became bashful as they took a sneak peek at their Young Mistress' future husband.

For a moment, they truly felt envious of her for getting to marry such a handsome man capable of captivating mortal souls. But then they thought only this kind of man would be suitable for their Young Mistress.

Brad separated from Viktor as they walked to the front and stood on the red mat where the ceremony was supposed to take place.

Brad stood on the side, and even though a servant asked him to take a seat, he refused. He preferred standing like this throughout the ceremony. For the first time in a long time, he was having fun but at the same time he wondered when he would be able to stand like this for his daughter's marriage.

Ayana also arrived on time but slipped into the crowd and stayed away from Viktor's gaze since she didn't want him to remember what just happened before and get teased by him again.

However, her presence and her simple yet stunning robes did turn a lot of heads to her enticing appearance. Still, she decided to remain as low-key as possible.

Just when Viktor was wondering where his fiance was, pin-drop silence descended on the crowd again, but this time all of them had spellbound expressions on their faces as they looked at the entrancing beauty dressed in a ravishing black gown and accompanied by her father, Voroz, the patriarch.

Her gown was similar to a mermaid wedding dress, its shape having flirtatious yet elegant silhouettes, as it fitted throughout her voluptuous bust, slim waist, and slender hips, highlighting her hourglass figure to the fullest. A thin black veil covered her face from the nose down but still was not enough to hide her flawless beauty but only emphasized it even more.

This attention-grabbing gown flared out at her knees and was paired with ruffled skirts that increased the 'wow' factor even more.

Viktor's eyes immediately got glued to her errorless appearance, and he even forgot to breathe as he was mesmerized by her appearance.

He knew women always looked even more beautiful on their wedding day or for a ceremony similar to today. But it had been a long time since he married someone, let alone get engaged to, and now, yet again, he realized that his future wife was truly resplendent and timeless enough to put angels to shame.

Still, he was surprised to see her wear a gown like this when he expected something more traditional and, well...conservative. Right now, she looked very sexy and sensuous despite not even trying to while looking noble and refined at the same time, making her charms even more fatal.

But Viktor had no idea that Nyissa purposefully picked this gown for him, thinking that he might not prefer their traditional clothes and might want to see her in a gown that he was more used to seeing.

Because of this, the older generation didn't like the fact that she was showing well...too much 'skin' while the younger generation was awed by her appearance.

Still, there was no hard and fast rule for the dress code for an engagement ceremony as only the main wedding ceremony came with ironclad rules for even dressing.

That was why Nyissa decided to use this ceremony to dress as she wanted to. She didn't really care about what to wear as long as Viktor liked it.

And now, by seeing the bewitched look on his face, she couldn't help but smile, feeling happy and satisfied.

The young men among the crowd were literally crying to see their goddess finally getting stolen away by another man. Even if they knew they stood no chance of even interacting with her, let alone courting her, they still felt a bit aggrieved that their goddess was now going to belong to a man.

They rather preferred she stayed celibate and belonged to no one but free to be admired by every single one of them. They thought that they were willing to do anything just to be in Viktor's shoes for just a single moment.

However, the women who saw these foolish expressions on these men's faces smacked them to pull them out of their stupid dreams.

Viktor could feel these feverish and envious gazes from time to time and couldn't help but comfort them inwardly, 'Only sinners can be born like me. It is not an easy life while being this handsome and charming...Haizz...'

If these young men were able to hear his thoughts, they would bawl their eyes out, thinking this punk was just rubbing salt in their wounds.

However, Viktor's smoldering gaze was on his fiance as she approached him with her head slightly low, as if shy to look at his face and stood beside him.

Viktor smiled as he looked at her and wanted to tease her, but since there were so many people standing here, he suppressed the urge as he didn't want to make her lose face.

The patriarch stood to the side with a happy smile as he nodded at an old man sitting at the far end who slowly got up and walked towards where Viktor and Nyissa were standing.

The old man was none other than the elder who overlooked ceremonies like these and made sure everything went by the book.

'Finally....an engagement after all these centuries…' Viktor sighed inwardly with complicated feelings.