Once Hero Vyn's entourage had paid their respects to the King and Queen with courteous curtsies and departed from the banquet, the attendees elegantly resumed their individual pursuits, immersing themselves in sophisticated and intellectual discussions.
Sucura rose to his feet. His face remained impassive, betraying no emotion. Inwardly, he lamented, 'That pain was unbearable. I never want to experience it again.'
Despite the profanities that filled his thoughts, his expression remained unchanged, a testament to the effectiveness of his passive skill.
As the entourage of each hero dispersed to join their respective groups, Theresia was accompanied by two elegant women, while Luke was followed by three women and a distinguished gentleman. Ulrich, on the other hand, had the company of three charming ladies.
With an air of tranquility, Sucura approached Ulrich and gracefully extended her arm, initiating a cordial handshake. "Thank you, Ulrich," he expressed with genuine gratitude.
Ulrich studied his hand, contemplating the purpose of the handshake, as he observed Sucura's serene demeanor. He pondered, 'Has his mental breakdown altered him so significantly?'
Catching sight of onlookers in the vicinity, particularly Theresia, Ulrich decided to proceed without further hesitation. He firmly shook Sucura's hand, all the while maintaining an unwavering, charming smile. "I simply did what was necessary," he stated modestly.
Internally, Sucura's eyebrow twitched in response to Ulrich's actions, as he thought to himself, 'You only agreed to the handshake to save face.'
Following the handshake, Sucura's gaze shifted to the three charming ladies accompanying Ulrich.
Among them was Chloe, a former party member and skilled magician caster. She was a stunning woman with vibrant blue hair, elegantly pulled back into a ponytail. Her attire consisted of a sophisticated, knee-length white dress that accentuated her beauty.
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Chloe regarded him with an air of nonchalance, as though nothing out of the ordinary had transpired at their former party.
The final member of Sucura's former party was Dannah. As he glanced at the group accompanying Luke, his gaze fell upon a woman who exuded an air of composure. She was a skilled swordsman with long, flowing black hair.
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Sucura's former party consisted of Shaine, the group's dedicated healer; Chloe, the talented magician; and finally, Dannah, the skilled swordsman.
As Sucura attempted to recall their past interactions, his memories became jumbled and indistinct. The blurriness of his recollections was exacerbated by the intertwining of his previous memories from Earth and his current experiences.
Feeling mentally drained and physically weakened, Sucura decided to dispel these thoughts for the time being.
Luke and Sucura inadvertently locked eyes, which led Sucura to approach him. As he expressed his gratitude, Luke offered a warm smile and shook Sucura's hand.
Sucura couldn't help but think, 'He's incredibly handsome and radiates such a bright aura. Isn't he simply majestic? I have no fully idea why he's been cuckfolded though.'
Sucura cast a fleeting glance at the distinguished gentleman who stood at a discreet distance behind Luke.
The man possessed an undeniable allure, with his rich brown hair and captivating brown eyes, yet he lacked the striking handsomeness that Luke exuded.
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Leaning in, Sucura whispered something to Luke, ensuring that only the two of them could hear the exchange.
Luke's eyes rippled slightly, his interest clearly piqued. "Fighting the comforting dreams?" he inquired.
Sucura nodded, "You've experienced it before, haven't you? During those moments of rest?"
Luke paused for a moment before responding, "Yes, I've had comforting dreams while resting outdoors after our party has settled down."
'So, the two of the woman has already been laid, and next could be Dannah.' Sucura thought, as he meticulously chose his words with great care.
"Make sure that once your party embarks on its next adventure, you resist those comforts, and you'll uncover something truly abominable," Sucura advised, before walking away from Luke, adding, "and keep it to yourself."
As Sucura walked away, Luke was left to ponder the enigmatic conversation, his thoughts consumed by the cryptic advice.
"What did you talk about with fallen hero, Luke?" inquired Ronan, a man who was part of his party.
Luke responded with a warm smile, "He just expressed his gratitude, Ronan."
Ronan simply nodded in response, but deep down, he felt there was more to the conversation. However, he chose to dismiss the thought and instead focused his attention on the attractive women nearby.
A lecherous grin spread across his face as his thoughts turned to Dannah, fueling his fantasies.
"What are you thinking about, Ronan?" Luke asked, arching an eyebrow at the sight of his grin.
Ronan casually shrugged and replied, "I'm just really happy to be part of your party."
Luke scrutinized Ronan for a moment, as if pondering something, but ultimately decided to keep his thoughts to himself.
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Sucura pondered internally, 'I hope my words resonate with him, for meddling with a sealed fate could have disastrous consequences, potentially altering the entire narrative.'
'I remain unsure if I have the capacity to triumph over Sucura's inescapable fate, which is, in the end, death.'
Sucura's eyes roamed the lavish interior of the castle, taking in the ornate chandelier hanging above, the curious glances of people engaged in conversation, and the exquisite curtains adorned with intricate patterns.
'This still feels like a dream,' he thought to himself. 'Perhaps I'll wake up, sooner or later.'
Sucura scanned the room in search of Octavian, but she had already disappeared from the banquet.
Suddenly, Sucura felt someone's gaze on his back.
He slowly half-turned his body and spotted an alluring woman at a distance. She had blonde hair and bright red eyes, and was dressed in a black-red gothic gown that accentuated her supple skin, along with matching black gothic gloves.
Their eyes met, and they scrutinized each other intently.
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The woman held a black feather fan that covered half of her face and was accompanied by two handsome men.
Sucura quietly muttered to himself, 'The [Seduction Route]… I don't have extensive knowledge about that route, but I do know she's a support and playable woman character. From what I've heard, it's just filled with debauchery.'
As Sucura caught sight of Theresia and her entourage preparing to depart in his peripheral vision, he gracefully approached them. "I'm truly grateful for your assistance earlier, Theresia," he expressed with a serene tone.
"It was nothing," Theresia replied nonchalantly, continuing to walk away as her two female companions trailed behind her.
Sucura's gaze lingered on one of the women, green hair and matching emerald eyes. Their gazes met for a brief, yet intense moment.
'So, this is the Princess of the Moon Elves,' Sucura contemplated inwardly.
Abruptly, the green-haired woman halted in her tracks, fixing her lifeless eyes upon him. Her gaze bore an intense, murderous intent, as if she wished to flay him alive.
Unfazed, Sucura pondered, 'Why is she staring at me like that?'
"Hey, Charmaine, let's go," one of Theresia's companions urged.
Charmaine heeded the call, casting one last fleeting glance at Sucura before disappearing from sight.
'Holy fuck!, I just remembered her unique ability – she can hear people's surface-level thoughts,'
'Great, I've raised yet another red flag,' Sucura lamented, pinching the bridge of his nose as he braced for an impending headache. 'At this rate, I might not even make it out of the kingdom before meeting my demise at her hands.'