Chapter 126: Shit is about to go down (1/2)
(AN: Just need to say that I finally posted a little glossary in auxiliaire chapters. Go take a look. Though it contains some little spoiler.)
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Even though it was night and the moon hung in the sky, the ballroom was illuminated by a plethora of lusters hanging on the ceiling.
On a wide dancing floor seemingly made of gold, nobles could be seen mingling and chatting while slow and soothing music filled the air.
The males wore beautiful black or white suits while the women wore different kinds of dresses, showing their personality.
Laugher, smile, and happiness seemed to be the rule. But every now and then, those oh so high noble would direct a worried glance toward the main door.
Clearly, they were waiting for something or someone.
Their wait didn't last for long, since the moments the door opened, the servants standing on the side of said door shouted,
”His highness, Sol Dragona Luxuria, son of Mars Luxuria and the sole and legitimate heir of the throne, is now entering!”
The moment this introduction was made, the music stopped and all the nobles lowered their heads in respect.
In the then-filled music room, the sole sound came from the slow and steady steps of the prince.
'So, this is the prince.'
'He is even more handsome than I thought.'
'What a demeanor.'
Such thoughts filled their minds as they watched, with the corner of their eyes, the prince slowly walking toward the center of the room, where a middle-aged man stood proudly with his head held high.
The contrast between the two was pretty overwhelming.
Sol was young and vigorous. His short golden hair gave him a somewhat boyish look, but the air around him broke no argument about his royal origin. His blue and gold suit fitted him perfectly and gave him an aura of elegance.
The Duke, Loki Gorfard, on the other hand looked like an amiable and somewhat overweight old man who wouldn't even be able to hold a sword, much less fight. His clothes screamed ostentatiousness and arrogance.
The moment Sol advanced toward the Duke, all the nobles suddenly felt as if they were being crushed.
All of them understood that a silent confrontation between the old and the young man was happening. They were nothing more than collateral damage.
This fact greatly surprised them, after all, not only was the Duke openly facing the prince in front of so many nobles, but he was in no way losing.
”Ohoh!? Your highness, you are approaching me?”
”I cannot say hello to you without coming closer after all, don't you think?”
”Ohoh! Then, come as you like.”
The moment Sol finally stopped in front of the Duke, the very atmosphere in the room seemed to be separated into two. Though no matter where the nobles stood, all of them had an ugly expression.
They didn't understand why this was happening.
Before coming here, they had an inkling that something would happen. But, no matter what, it was too fast for them to tear all pretense so fast.
The Duke had a sneer as he looked at the prince. Watching this face so close reminded him of that infuriating man.
Still, even though they looked alike, this likeness was only from afar. Aside from the fact that Sol had cut his previously shoulder-length golden hair, everything from his demeanor to his aura was different from his father.
Sol, on the other hand, had an impassive smile as he inspected the man who created so much trouble for him.
Since the start of this little journey through the different ducal house, Sol had learned many things and he had to admit that each of the previous three Duke had something incredible about them. Something unique. Be it an unparalleled charisma, incredible skill, or a supreme talent.
Compared to that, the Duke Gorfard was,
”You look so small.”
The expression of the Duke didn't even change. He wasn't the young and rash kid he had been in the past nor was he stupid like his son.
In terms of heights, Sol and the duke stood at nearly the same level. As such, one didn't need to be a genius to understand that Sol was looking down on him from a mental point of view.