Among the special enrollnt students of all the academies, the won on their side were undeniably outstanding in appearance. From the very beginning, Sylvandria had been praised as the number one beauty of the academy. Back then, countless male Spirit Warriors lingered around her, and more than a few had even joined the academy solely for the chance to see her once more.
After Zora entered the academy, the situation did not calm down in the slightest. On the contrary, it only grew more intense.
So were captivated by Sylvandria’s gentle elegance, while others were drawn to Zora’s dazzling brilliance. The two styles were completely different, yet equally irresistible.
Even after spending so much ti together, Alaric Von Seraph and the others still had to admit that both won were exceptionally pleasing to the eye. It was only natural that, wherever they went, attention would follow.
So when Ragnor and Dravenor approached without hesitation, no one was truly surprised.
Hearing the cold edge in Reesa’s words, Ragnor’s eyes also flickered with a trace of curiosity.
In all his years, won had always treated him with admiration, caution, or deliberate gentleness. Never before had anyone spoken to him with such unrestrained indifference, let alone hostility.
The corners of his lips curved slightly, his smile remaining perfectly composed as he spoke, "I am Ragnor, Second Prince of the Leon Empire. It is my pleasure to et you all."
At the sa ti, Dravenor stepped closer to Sylvandria, his expression bright with admiration. "In the south, there is a beauty, peerless and independent. One glance captures a city, another topples a kingdom. Today, I finally understand those words."
He made no effort to conceal his praise. To him, Sylvandria’s beauty truly felt like sothing he had never encountered before.
Sylvandria froze for a mont. Although she was accustod to admiration, no one had ever expressed it so openly and poetically. For an instant, she did not know how to respond, her cheeks faintly warming.
Seeing her flustered reaction, Dravenor’s smile deepened. There was sothing irresistibly charming about such unguarded purity. Just a few words, and she was already shy.
Ragnor glanced sideways at his younger brother, inwardly amused. Dravenor’s silver tongue was indeed formidable. With only a handful of lines, he could already unsettle a woman’s heart.
The diners in the restaurant quickly caught on, and understanding dawned in their expressions.
"So that’s it. I was wondering why the Second and Third Princes would co down to the lobby. Turns out the wine wasn’t the real attraction."
"I noticed those two won earlier. Their looks and bearing clearly aren’t ordinary."
"Hah, forget it. With the princes making a move, the rest of us never stood a chance."
Shaking their heads, many sighed inwardly. After all, how many won wouldn’t wish to marry into the imperial family?
Yet at the sa ti, there was regret as well. The two princes were undeniably talented and powerful, but they were also notorious for their wandering hearts. Countless beauties in the imperial city had already passed through their lives like fleeting clouds.
To see such rare, peerless won fall into that circle was, in a way, a pity.
Ragnor’s gaze then finally settled firmly on Zora. The closer he looked, the more striking she beca. From afar, she had already seed exceptional, but up close, her beauty carried an even stronger impact.
Her features were exquisitely refined, flawless to the point of being unreal. More than that, the calm confidence and faint, elusive charm she carried set her apart completely from ordinary won.
With a gentle smile, Ragnor spoke again, his tone soft and courteous.
"Miss, may I know your na?"
"Zora."
Zora rose slowly to her feet. No matter what Ragnor’s true intentions were, he was still the Second Prince of the Leon Empire. Since she had stepped onto Leon Empire’s soil, a minimum of courtesy was only proper.
"Zora," Ragnor repeated the na under his breath, savoring each syllable. The smile at the corner of his lips widened. "A beautiful na to match a beautiful person. Elegant and striking, just like you."
"Thank you for the Second Prince’s praise." Zora smiled politely.
Yet that simple smile, calm and asured, fell into Ragnor’s eyes like a hook. It was already srizing when she was expressionless. When she smiled, it was almost too much.
At the sa ti, Raphael and the others exchanged glances. From start to finish, it felt as though they didn’t even exist.
"So this is the fad Second Prince of Leon Empire?" Baldwin frowned slightly, his tone displeased. "I thought soone of his status would have broader horizons. Turns out he’s just another man blinded by beauty."
The way Ragnor blatantly ignored them made the irritation hard to hide.
Raphael leaned toward Alaric Von Seraph and lowered his voice. "Sylvandria clearly isn’t comfortable with this. Should we step in?"
Everyone knew where Sylvandria’s heart lay. Watching Dravenor circle her so openly was more than a little unpleasant.
Alaric Von Seraph’s gaze turned cold, though it flicked briefly toward Zora. Compared to Sylvandria’s gentle reserve, Zora was different. She was independent, sharp-minded, and unafraid of confrontation. He doubted she would allow herself to be toyed with.
Sure enough, Ragnor spoke again, his tone smooth and self-assured.
"I have fine wine and rare dishes at my residence. I wonder if Miss Zora would honor with her presence?"
The desire in his eyes was barely concealed. Winning such a woman would be a prize worth showing off, envied by countless others.
Zora’s eyes cooled imperceptibly. Royal heirs like this were all the sa. Whether it was Elysia’s Crown Prince Philip and Second Prince Damien, or the two princes before her, the arrogance beneath their polished manners was equally distasteful.
Then, suddenly, her red lips curved into a captivating smile, her dark eyes glinting like spring water.
For a brief instant, Ragnor’s heart skipped. Beautiful people truly were dangerous. Even a casual smile could unsettle one’s composure.
Her next words, however, landed squarely outside his expectations. "Thank you for the invitation, Second Prince, but I’m already full."
The statent was sincere to the point of bluntness. Their table was nearly cleared, after all. She truly had eaten her fill.
Yet to Ragnor, the response felt strangely... off. Was she pretending not to understand his aning, or did she truly not?
After a pause, he smiled again, refusing to give up.
"Then perhaps a walk would be suitable. The garden at my residence is quite pleasant after a al."
"Oh?" Zora lifted her brows slightly, her expression innocent yet unreadable. "That depends on whether my husband agrees or not."
Her eyes narrowed faintly, amusent flickering within.
For n like him, outright rejection only fed their persistence. Since he enjoyed playing at charm and implication, she was more than happy to return the favor and see how well he handled it.
As Zora’s words fell, Ragnor’s expression stiffened on the spot.
Impossible.
The thought had never even crossed his mind. From beginning to end, he had never considered the possibility that this woman before him might already be married.
Yet now, after her calm reminder, the idea suddenly seed... alarmingly plausible.
"Pfft—"
Baldwin clapped a hand over his mouth, barely managing to suppress his laughter. Zora was still Zora. One casual sentence, and she had turned the Second Prince’s face into a palette of colors.
Raphael’s eyes sparkled with amusent as well. This was exactly what made Zora so irresistible. Any other woman might have panicked or felt flattered. She, on the other hand, dismantled the situation with ease and even found ti to enjoy herself.
"Miss Zora, you... are already married?" Ragnor asked, his voice tight.
Zora nodded solemnly. "Not only married. I even have a child."
A child?
Ragnor’s eyes widened, shock crashing over him in waves. The blows just kept coming, one after another, until his thoughts were completely scattered.
This woman didn’t look like a married woman at all, let alone soone who already had a child.
But... when he thought about it carefully, it wasn’t impossible either. Many won married young in the nobility. And this beauty, whether it is her attire, her grace, or elegance... he didn’t think a commoner would have such qualities, and if she were a noble, then it is entirely possible.
"Pfft..."
Marcus finally failed to hold it in. He turned his head away with his shoulders shaking. Zora was terrifying. Absolutely terrifying. She had Ragnor dancing in the palm of her hand like a fool.
Reesa and Tiffany exchanged looks, their mouths twitching uncontrollably. This was a solution without a solution. No arguing, no confrontation, just a clean, rciless strike.
Even Black and White burst into laughter, rolling about in delight. Their master truly was a grandmaster of calmly lying through her teeth.
Dravenor stared blankly at the scene. His second brother’s luck was... spectacularly bad. So bad it was almost funny.
Recovering himself, he quickly turned his attention elsewhere. "Miss, you shouldn’t be married yet, right?"
Surely he couldn’t be this unlucky as well.
Right?
Dravenor’s heart beat rose in anticipation.
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