Kapitel 9: Elite Clan Party

Amon's preparation was perfect.

The offensive techniques have been cultivated to perfection.

Movement techniques, had also been cultivated to perfection.

The most important thing to face the enemy of the Lucerion Clan, defensive techniques, had also been perfected.

Dressed in a black party suit and Karyuken, he and Ariel headed to the main palace to attend the party - the prelude to the Maturation Ceremony.

Ariel was dressed up so beautifully today, that Amon wanted to drag her to bed. She wears a graceful and erotic dress, in a color that matches Amon's, black. What kept Amon mesmerized was the back of the dress, it was open and revealed Ariel's white and smooth back.

"Can you not keep looking at me?"

"You are very beautiful today. I'm very happy that you can be my fiancé."

"If you're happy, then why are you treating me as a tool?"

"You're still thinking about that. But don't worry, I will definitely win."

Ariel just snorted coldly while closing her eyes.

Roderic certainly wasn't bullshitting. Rumor had it, he could use the Light Sword Technique twice. Even in the novels, he would rank first in the Maturation Ceremony this time.

"How about we make another bet. If I win, I want you not to try to break the engagement again."

"I refuse. Hearing you speak so confidently, I somehow feel like I'm going to lose again, despite the fact that you're the trash among the other participants."

"Boring."

Finally, their carriage arrived at the main palace. Even before entering, the two of them had already felt the excitement of the party inside.

Like a couple, Amon held Ariel's hand as they walked in.

"Welcome, Lord Amon and Lady Ariel."

The servants greeted and bowed respectfully as Amon and Ariel walked in front of them.

As soon as they entered the room, as usual Amon was insulted, in contrast to Ariel.

"That trash was at the ceremony too?"

"I guess he's holed up in his house in fear."

"Lady Ariel is so beautiful tonight, like a fairy from the moon."

"That's a pity, why would such a beautiful fairy be paired with such a rotten trash."

Amon could only sigh as the insults pierced his heart. However, it could not be avoided.

He could only wait until the Maturation Ceremony began and restore his name.

The party room was very festive, with sparkling crystal chandeliers illuminating it. Beautiful women and handsome men, well-dressed and stunning here and there. Musicians livened up the atmosphere with their melodious music. People were laughing and talking to each other, extending their connections.

But, Amon's eyes were fixed on the table where all the luxurious food was.

"You can socialize with the other guests. There is no need to accompany me."

"Alright, there are some nobles I need to talk to."

Although Ariel was here to accompany Amon in the Maturation Ceremony, her personal goal was to form social connections; just like other princesses who could not escape politics.

There were all sorts of guests here. Kings, queens, princes, princesses, dukes and various nobles, famous mages and martial artists, all the important people were here.

But Amon was more interested in the food than them.

He was now in front of a large plate containing dozens of steaks.

'I'd like to take them all, but that would be rude.'

He picked up a small plate before transferring one steak to it.

Then he lifted the large plate of dozens of steaks from the table and replaced it with a small plate containing only one steak.

'At least this way I showed a little manners by leaving one steak for everyone.'

Everyone around him looked at him with amazement. Not astonished because they were amazed at his achievements, but rather amazed at his shamelessness.

Ariel, who was in the distance, had a blush on her face at her fiancé's shameless behavior.

Covering her face, she thought, 'why does my fiancé have to be such a shameless person?'

Happily - not embarrassed - Amon carried the large plate to a table before starting to eat all the steaks, not minding the contemptuous stares from everyone.

'Pride? Ethics? Manners? They've been absent since I transmigrated.'

As Amon was eating, he was suddenly approached by a beautiful young woman.

She had silver hair, in a ponytail style and with bangs covering her forehead. Her body was slim and tall, perfectly proportioned between sensuality and martialism. Her eyes were beautiful as rubies, radiating both pride and excitement. Her lips contrasted with her eyes, it was cute with a pink color. She had pale white skin.

Unlike other women, she wore a suit like a man, black in color.

Amon knew this woman. She was a female character that he liked, and wanted to make into his woman.

In the novel, she was also the one who ended the conflict between Liam and the Lucerion Clan.

"Lady Emillia, do you have any business with me?"

"Can't you keep your manners. Today there are many guests from various parts of the world. So don't tarnish the clan's name."

Emillia said as she took a seat in front of Amon.

"Impossible."

"I'm sure that even though you've been given a small palace, money keeps pouring into your wallet."

"That's true, but I'm a glutton."

Emillia let out a resigned sigh after feeling that she had failed to advise Amon.

"By the way, that sword you're carrying is Karyuken, right? I heard it was Alvis's, how did it end up in your hands, did you poison him?"

"Of course not, don't get me wrong. He challenged me to a Trial By Sword, so I killed him, and took the sword."

"How? You're scum, aren't you?"

The corners of Amon's eyes could not help but twitch at her blunt words. Emillia was indeed this kind of person.

"Even if it's true, but don't say it so bluntly. It makes me hurt. I just killed him with my sword, that's all."

"I have an offer with you. How about if you hand over Karyuken to me, then I'll make you pass the Maturation Ceremony without being expelled from the clan."

"No way. My goal is the treasure room. If I escape your way, then I can't enter."

"You have to be ranked in the top ten to get in there. Can you? Those from the main family have learned the Light Sword Technique, you can die before you even realize it; and those from the branch families always form alliances and gang up."

"I have faith."

Emillia closed her eyes, thinking of another way; she still wanted that legendary weapon.

"Let's make a bet. If you rank high, then you win. If you lose, then I get Karyuken."

"Then, what are you betting on?"

"If I lose, when I succeed in becoming the Matriarch, then I'll make you my first husband. How about that?"

Amon was intrigued by that.

Being the Matriarch's first husband meant having unlimited wealth as well as vast influence. With such special rights, he could live well forever until he was old.

For life investment after retirement, this was not a bad thing.

"Alright, I accept. But, if you fail to become the Matriarch, you are mine."

"Alright. I won't fail, so don't get your hopes up that I will be yours."

After that Emillia left leaving Amon to eat alone.

However, Amon suddenly felt something was wrong.

'I don't know why I feel strange...? I feel like I've crossed a line that shouldn't be crossed? But what is it...?! …It feels like I'm doing something taboo. Whatever, the important thing is that I can get a beautiful woman.'¹