The Bored Immortal

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Your Highness," Viktor said with a calm smile.

"Please…You can call me 'President'. I am not really representing my birth status in this town. This…Everything you see in this building is what really represents me. I do not believe in being satisfied with the privilege we were born with. A man should make a name for himself, right?" Mevron said with a raised chin while taking a subtle glance at Sera, which only seemed like he was greeting her on the outside.

Viktor narrowed his eyes, feeling that this guy didn't seem to be acting like anything he expected. 

Anyone who heard Mevron would feel that he was the epitome of what a man should be. Humble but proud enough to have made achievements for himself instead of just relying on his bloodline and royal status.

But Viktor saw a lot more than just that.

"Ahem, President…" The noble who was standing beside Viktor all this time meekly called out to the president. His wrist was still being firmly grabbed by this stupid rabbitman, and seeing how these two were greeting each other, he couldn't help but wonder if the president couldn't see him or forgot about him.

He just couldn't wait to complain to the president and have this rabbitman thrown out.

"Ah, you must be Culingham's son, right? Why don't you tell your father that I will be reviewing the plans he sent me last week? Perhaps we might be meeting face to face again," Mevron patted his shoulder with a smile.

Viktor let go of the noble's wrist, and as if he got possessed, the noble nodded with a jittery look as he bowed and left.

It was as if the noble forgot about what he had to say the moment Mevron spoke to him.

Mevron's wife, Ara, who had taken a seat behind, was closely looking at Mevron and the rabbitman's wife, Sera.

Her pretty green eyes pinched together upon seeing how much Sera's beauty was standing out. She refused to believe the rumors until now and couldn't believe that a rabbitwoman could look that beautiful. The best they usually would look was cute and fluffy but not like a goddess of beauty.

But what stood out the most was her titillating oversized breasts that seemed as if they might slip out of the fabric of her dress at any moment. Could anyone have such big breasts while making them look even more alluring? If it was a spell or some artificial adjustment, it would look quite strange. However, as a woman, Ara could see that they were quite full, round, and natural. 

And as if that was not enough, she felt a piercing gaze from the pale blue-skinned beauty standing behind the rabbitman.

Ara didn't expect her to still look so pretty even after being dragged around like a slave. 

Yanah clenched her jaw as she shot a look of bitter resentment toward Ara, who shook her head with a smile as she assumed an elegant body posture, showing off her smooth legs.

Still, she couldn't help but take a second look at Azu. For a rabbitman, he looked quite the prince charming. Was their tribe really all good-looking?

Mevron turned his head to look at Sera as he said with an infectious smile, "Well, you must be Sera, right? You look even more beautiful up close. I must say Azu really must have been born with luck to have you. It is every man's dream to have a wife like you, including even me."

Seraphina was already feeling very uneasy due to the number of gazes on her. But the fact that the person who was responsible for putting her realm in danger was standing in front of her was what made her feel uncomfortable the most.

Despite how nice and polite he seemed, she couldn't help but feel her skin twist under his gaze. Still, she forced a graceful smile as she said, "You are too kind, President. I am sure you are a lucky man as well to have a lovely wife."

"Sera is right. Any man, including me, would feel lucky to have a wife like yours," Viktor added politely, though a crease appeared on Mevron's forehead upon hearing Azu's words.

'Heh, you flirt with my fairy, then I will do the same with your wife,' Viktor inwardly chuckled. He could already see why this man was a charmer. Any other woman in Seraphina's place would have fallen to his sweet talk. But fortunately, Seraphina already knew what kind of person was exactly before her…A man who was guilty of her realm being in danger, and no amount of sweet talk could change how she felt.

A look of surprise flashed across Yanah's face as she didn't expect this rabbitman to have the guts to indirectly hint that he wouldn't mind hitting on Mevron's wife. Still, it was not like anybody, including Mevron, could point it out as well since Mevron said the same thing.

"You are indeed an interesting character, just like my vice president said. So, the ball will be starting soon, so how about you two get comfortable?" Mevron said as he gestured towards the table where the drinks and all kinds of food were served.

"Sure. Come on, Sera. The President is being so kind to us. So let's not be shy," Viktor chuckled as he held Seraphina's wrist and walked towards the tablet along with Yanah.

Mevron looked at Azu's back as a certain glint flashed past his eyes. But he got distracted when a couple of high-ranked nobles approached him.

"Sera, you are able to sense it, right?" Viktor asked in a low voice. The only reason he even bothered to attend this ball was that Seraphina sensed the Fruit of Youth being brought here.

Seraphina nodded with a slightly anxious expression as she said, "It is here, but…there is a problem."

"What?" Viktor asked with a head shake.

"The fruit…he kept it in his bedroom, which is not a place anyone can go to," Seraphina said with a troubled look.