Chapter 19 The Leader of the Meteor City Troupe 19 (Already revised, please help me plant one...)
The blonde woman stood tall and elegant in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
He wore a meticulously tailored white suit, had a high nose bridge, and his eyes were blood-red, with a narrow gaze that exuded a strong sense of authority.
The beauty mark under his eye adds a touch of mystery to the man, and a faint smile often graces his lips, giving him an elusive and unfathomable air.
The man held a teacup, looking down at the scenery outside the window with his back to the door. His figure seemed to be gleaming in the sunlight.
Hearing a voice behind him, the man turned around, his red eyes narrowed slightly, he chuckled, gave an elegant bow, and said in a steady voice, "Ayana, you are still so beautiful."
The young woman's makeup was simple yet elegant and noble. She greeted him politely, concealing her dislike and adopting the demeanor of a well-bred young lady. Her light blue eyes were like the sky after a long drought, vast and empty, and her reply was polite yet distant.
"Lord Deville, it's been a long time. I hope you are well."
A sweet fragrance spread throughout the house. The maid had painstakingly lit incense, filling the entire room with a sweet aroma, which lifted Albert's spirits.
He naturally assumed it was Ayana's idea, and seeing that no one was around, he stopped maintaining those tedious formalities.
"Don't be so formal, Ayana, it's just the two of us here."
Albert sat down on the sofa, placed his teacup on the table, looked up at Ayana with a dreamy gaze, as if admiring his own treasure, and brazenly looked Ayana over from head to toe.
Ayana avoided his burning gaze, her fingers clenching slightly before relaxing again, her heart pounding on the edge.
There is no doubt that she is very resistant to her fiancé.
But Albert, who already considered Ayana his for the taking, didn't notice this. He leaned back, looked up at Ayana with a smug expression, and said purposefully, "It's time to move up our wedding date."
The young woman, just coming of age, stood in the sunlight, her chest and back perfectly outlined by an exquisite dress. She exuded a sweet, inviting scent, making Albert imagine the wedding scene.
A transparent white veil, symbolizing purity, was draped over Ayana's head. She wore a gorgeous white dress, which made her skin appear even whiter and more delicate.
Ayana, holding her father-in-law's hand, walked towards him with her eyes lowered and head bowed. He took Ayana's hand as if performing some sacred handover ceremony and solemnly made a promise to her father-in-law.
"Please feel free to entrust Ayana to me."
After that, he will officially marry Ayana. After the marriage, Ayana will not have to do anything. She can just stay at home, like a beautiful work of art that will never move, waiting for him to come home.
They will probably have three children: two daughters and one son. The daughters will get married when they grow up, while the son will inherit the family business.
As for concubines…
Well, he doesn't have that plan for now; having Ayana is already good enough.
No woman in the world is more beautiful or more attractive to him than Ayana.
The wonderful idea made Albert happier and happier. He got up and walked towards Ayana, took her flawless white hands in his hand, and pondered over and over in his mind. His red eyes became brighter and brighter, and his voice was full of joy.
"Ayana, I can't wait to marry you!"
Ayana reflexively withdrew her hand, but then suddenly remembered that she shouldn't have done it. Her body paused for a moment, but she quickly realized what she had done and pinched her palm.
She feigned shyness, blinking her eyelashes repeatedly to conceal the emotions welling up in her eyes, and mumbled something indistinctly.
“Lord Deville, please be mindful of your manners. What we are doing is improper.”
Ayana turned around again, puffed out her cheeks, and pretended to be angry at Albert's overstepping behavior, saying angrily, "As for the wedding, I will only follow my father and mother's arrangements."
Albert's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly changed his attitude, abandoning his previous smug demeanor. He walked up to Ayana, grinning and winking at her, coaxing the girl he treated as his possession with great interest.
Albert was absolutely smitten with Ayana's shy and adorable demeanor.
So he was willing to lower his head temporarily and coax her with a good temper, but he didn't really think there was anything wrong with it.
Ayana knew this, of course.
She clenched her fists, and her eyes, hidden by her eyelashes, held no love, only icy coldness.
…
The golden lamp was lit with oil, and the candle flame flickered back and forth in the wind.
The room was dark and gloomy, except for this lamp which shone brightly.
The girl's face was completely bloodless after removing all her makeup, and she even looked somewhat haggard, which was indeed the case.
She suppressed her disgust and dealt with Albert somewhat, but that idiot Albert didn't even realize she was just going through the motions. Instead, he became even more enthusiastic, and the things he said were utterly stupid.
She relaxed, leaning back in the chair, completely lacking the air of a young lady. Even her elaborate long sleeves were rolled up, and her eyes were vacant.
A sudden knock on the door startled Ayana. She quickly sat up, straightened her clothes, rolled up her sleeves, and sat up straight, asking questions in a measured tone.
Who is it?
“Young Miss, it’s me.” A maid’s voice came from outside. She deliberately lowered her voice and said seriously, “Master requests your presence.”
The curtains of the French windows were drawn; it was already late at night.
Occasionally, a few birds would land on the fountain in the yard, chirping and chattering amongst themselves. The shimmering water reflected the birds' figures, and they would peek out, looking at their reflections with curiosity, tilting their heads.
A cold wind blew by, rustling the grass and trees, which startled the birds, who quickly spread their wings and flew away.
This little rustling sound is nothing in itself, but for these small birds, it is a huge deal.
Ayana lowered her eyes in deep thought, her hands slightly clasped together on her lap, and did not reply immediately.
The reason he sought her out at this time was likely because, after parting ways with her, Albert had gone to her father to urge him to arrange the marriage.
Ayana had absolutely no liking for that idiot, and had no desire to marry him.
For her, this marriage was nothing more than a shackle that robbed her of her freedom.
But she had no choice.
For her father, who valued profit above all else, this marriage was a sure-fire way to make money.
This would both solidify the family's position and get rid of the unpopular eldest daughter.
Ayana closed her eyes, her voice devoid of any emotion.
"I understand. I'll get ready and then go see my father."
But in reality, there was absolutely no such intention.
After all, no one is interested in "selling themselves".
Ayana summoned the system.
Returning to that boundless white space, Ayana felt much more relaxed. She slumped wearily to the ground, abandoning all formalities, stretched languidly, placed her hands behind her head, lay down on the ground, and said in a drawn-out tone.
"Can't I just live in the world of the game and get rid of all the annoying things in the real world?"
Ayana said this merely as a complaint, without any intention of getting a response.
But then the system suddenly displayed a message.
Sure.
A strange remark made Ayana suddenly serious. She asked several more questions, but the system no longer gave a direct answer, only saying...
[Host, you misheard me. I never said that.]
Ayyana frowned.
The words that had just been spoken were still echoing in Ayana's mind, making her heart pound and her light blue eyes widen suddenly.
She was certain that it was not a hallucination.
But... the system denied that such a statement could have been made.
What happened this time?
The system didn't give Ayana time to think; it popped up the options again, and three options appeared before her.
[Leader of the Phantom Troupe in Meteor City, progress 10%, unlocked.]
[The circus clown fruit farmer, progress 0%, cannot be unlocked.]
The Assassin of Kukuroo Mountain, progress 0%, cannot be unlocked.
[New Feature Unlocked: A new world will be unlocked when any world reaches 60% progress.]
After all, eating the same flavor all the time can get boring. You need to try something different every now and then, right?
[This system is genuinely considering the host's best interests, so please give me a good review!]
…Then tell me how to give you a good review.
Ayana twitched her lips twice, then stopped arguing with the system and pressed the first option.
The scene before her suddenly changed, and a wave of extreme dizziness and confusion washed over her again. Ayana closed her eyes and frowned, followed by the boy's worried voice.
"Ayana...?"
"Ayana, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
“Ayana…?”
The boy called Ayana's name again and again, his voice urgent. He was so worried that his breathing became rapid. He even pressed his hands on Ayana's shoulders and shook her back and forth a couple of times, calling out anxiously.
Ayana felt a sharp pain as thin fingers dug into her shoulder, the bones digging into her skin. She gasped and opened her eyes.
What came into view was the boy's undisguised anxiety.
His eyes were burning, and he was so anxious that he was almost spitting fire, but when he met Ayana's gaze, the boy seemed to lose his life and collapsed to the ground.
His previously furrowed brows relaxed, and his black hair fell down on both sides of his face, swaying slightly with his movements. He lay on the bed, his voice muffled, tinged with relief.
“…”
However, Ayana couldn't hear it because the volume was too low.
Confused, she asked, "Kuroro, what did you say? What just happened to you?"
The black-haired boy shook his head twice, his expression noticeably lighter, his rapid breathing becoming even, and his tender eyes filled with gentleness as he asked, "Ayana, did you have a nightmare?"
The night faded away unnoticed, and warm sunlight streamed through the glass windows, gently enveloping the two people inside. Ayana, who had just arrived in this world, was completely stunned and didn't have time to answer Kuroro's question immediately.
Fortunately, Kuroro only took her dazed state as the blankness after a nightmare. He patted Ayana's hand, as if to comfort her. His clear voice brought a cool sensation that penetrated deep into Ayana's heart.
He comforted her, saying, "It's alright, it was just a nightmare."
The door was suddenly knocked on, the sound was very urgent, and the person outside seemed very anxious, not willing to wait even a moment, skillfully kicking the door open, clenching his fist, and roaring as if a volcano was erupting.
"Ayana! What's wrong with this brat?!"
Uvogin's face was covered in messy graffiti in bizarre shapes, making him look funny and comical.
His eyes bulged out, and he looked extremely angry. Veins bulged on his forehead as he pointed at the culprit through gritted teeth, his eyes wide with rage.
"This brat you brought back, doesn't he know what he should and shouldn't do?"
The culprit himself seemed completely unrepentant. He shrugged, fiddling with the two pens in his hands, acting as if nothing had happened. He even retorted to Uvogin, "I just saw two pens in the room and was curious to try them out. Why are you so angry?"
Feitan seems to possess a unique skill.
"ha?!"
Uvogin pointed at the graffiti on his face, his voice almost cracking as he desperately tried to control his rising anger. His teeth were clenched so tightly that you could hear them clicking. He glared at the culprit and demanded, "You call this 'trying'?"
"Kid, have you been itching for a beating for too long?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Uvogin's forehead bulged with anger, and he attacked Feitan with a dark expression.
He wasn't the type to hold back, and he only refrained from beating the wretched brat unconscious out of consideration for Ayana.
It seems that this kid has no idea he made a mistake and is even quite smug about it.
Uvogin was determined to settle things with his fists, making Feitan kneel on the ground crying and apologizing.
Feitan's listless expression vanished completely, and he became solemn. He half-closed his eyes and, like a nimble cat, leaped onto the corridor railing, guiding Uvogin to pounce on him.
Just as Uvogin thought he was about to catch Feitan and pounced on him like a beast, Feitan suddenly leaped up and jumped behind Uvogin, exerting a little force with his hand, and the situation changed dramatically.
Uvogin lost his balance and desperately tried to keep his upper body from falling, while Feitan stood there with his hands in his pockets, his dark eyes revealing mockery and a hint of pleasure in his eyes, squinting as he deliberately asked.
"Who's asking for trouble?"
He seemed to possess some kind of potential; his narrowed dark eyes held a dangerous undertone and a hint of malevolence as he deliberately drew out his words, asking, "Now you should think carefully before you answer."
The unease of being suspended in mid-air, intertwined with the atmosphere deliberately created by the boy, catalyzed the birth of fear. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have already fallen into Feitan's trap by now, but Uvogin does not possess the emotion of "fear".
He gritted his teeth and thrust forward, flipping Feitan over and grabbing him by the scruff of his neck before Feitan could react. He lifted Feitan into the air like a cat and demanded sharply, "Kid, how do you want to die?"
Finks stood beside the two of them, not intending to stop them. He seemed to have just woken up, his eyes still blurry, and leaned against the railing of the corridor, looking like he was watching a good show.
Feitan's expression nearly cracked open, and his body jerked violently.
He refused to admit defeat, much less apologize. He stubbornly snorted and turned his head to the side.
Feitan is stubborn; he'd rather be beaten than admit defeat and apologize.
Uvogin was furious with Feitan's attitude. He scoffed and, wanting to see just how stubborn Feitan was, reached out to teach him a lesson, but was stopped by the girl's calm voice.
"Wokin".
The girl, who had just woken up from her sleep, was gentle and calm. She was wearing comfortable pajamas. She lifted the covers and got out of bed, took the hand of the black-haired boy next to her, and gave a smile that was as gentle as melting snow. Yet, she had an aura that could intimidate everyone.
Her voice was captivating, yet compelling: "You probably haven't had breakfast yet, so why don't you have some first?"
The girl paused, as if something was stuck in her throat, her eyes darting around, and she coughed twice before saying, "Do me a favor."
"Help me... plant some land."
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