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[Asai Trichia: Lvl 89]

[HP: 135 MP:125]

[Title: Monster]

"So close, yet so fucking far..."

Just a level short from receiving his next skill, one in which he hoped would be a game changer. Asai sighed, as he pondered upon the chances of even encountering anything strong enough to help him break through this plateau.

Whilst the duke was sighing away, Rosemi was filled with smiles and joy. Two cute little pristine-white wings fluttered upon her back. Although being unable to even command them like limbs, and the fact that they did not in fact grant them the ability to fly at all. She still felt her strength spike, as if her swordsmanship was inherently sharper and more precise.

The foreign holy element that gently covered over her own divinity, a strange yet comfortable feeling.

The company now approaching the gates into the capital were forced to slow their horses down as a long queue of carriages were there before them.

And although they were willing to wait, albeit at the cost of Asai's sanity and patience. Their presence immediately attracted the gaze of many. Their overwhelming combat prowess, subconsciously emitted an aura of power and strength. One in which all that were there could feel. Accompanied by their holy wings, their ducal house emblems and the clear annoyance upon Asai's face as the man was now imagining himself fighting Rima Regenon, just to level up to 90.

Although being nobles themselves, the carriages before them made way. As if they were royalty, they curtsied and bowed in respect and reverence.

The sword of humanity, along with one of the kingdom's flowers, were quickly urged in by the capital's knights. As no one dared to enter before them.

During this moment, Rosemi took her chances as she rode especially close to Asai. Smiling clearly for all to see, as Asai found him taken from his thoughts. 

As Duke Trichia's arrival was quite late. They had already missed a few days of the celebrations and festivities that the common people enjoyed. But because the opening wasn't mandatory, as it was more or less addressed and catered to the people and not nobility. Asai wasn't the only one to arrive fashionably late.

After leaving their mounts at their designated temporary stay, which was a manor owned by the royal family. Another show of friendship. The duke and his elites made their way to the evening ball by carriage. Flying the emblem of Trichia, their private ride was quick to bypass security, and thus reaching the palace.

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"Thus entering, His Grace, Duke Asai Trichia, the sword of humanity.

Her Ladyship, Rosemi De Lumix, Rose of the kingdom.

And His Grace's vassals: Lady Robin, Lady Chloe and Lady Violet."

Asai Trichia entered through the large doors first. Dressed in white for once, his suit was tailor-fitted to him. Outlining his slim-yet-toned figure, that had no fat protruding at all. Something the other noblemen couldn't hide. Wearing a white cape that only covered his left shoulder, the golden trimmings accented his fit.

Rosemi De Lumix entered dressed in a luxuriously white dress, outlined with gold trimmings along with little black moonstone earrings. Confidently held onto the duke's uncovered arm.

As for Robin, Chloe and Violet. They actually entered wearing another variant of their military uniform. Albeit one that afforded less protection, as the materials were designed with grace and comfort in mind. Wearing smaller capes of their own upon one side, the three did their utmost in controlling their emotions and keeping their nervousness in check.

Something only Robin was truly capable of performing, as the girl didn't really care about anyone but the man before her.

Miku and Mimi were still dressed as maids, pretending to be a lady-in-waiting. As such, were hardly given any attention to. If the more perverted and hormonal noble-sons weren't taken into consideration that is. Seeing the maid-servant as an easy target, as if she were but a pet-maid just like one of dozens that they personally owned at home.

However, for the duration of the ball. They would find the maid unbelievably hard to track down. As she remained ever fleeting. A flower in which they'd never be able to pluck.

Upon the main balcony that was reserved for royalty. Queen Victoria Del Lagos and Prince Victor Del Lagos were both enjoying the evening. Especially after watching their friend, Duke Trichia enter so gracefully.

Something that was entirely owed to:

[Charismatic] 

Charm +10 Only effects the opposite sex.

[Dancer]

Whilst dancing, grace and coordination +10

[Mental Fortitude]

Pain tolerance +50% effect. Mental debuff durations -50%

Being a man of action, of combat. Asai only invested the bare minimum in learning how to dance, or how to hold a dainty little tea cup without breaking it.

And although he was yet dancing, simply having Rosemi upon his arm, and the two attempting to walk in sync, had triggered the passive.

As the night developed, and the nobles settled in. The music being played by the orchestra changed to songs that were more appropriate. Whilst Robin, Chloe and Violet found themselves mingling with noble sons and daughters their age. The differences in their lifestyle immediately apparent, or well except for Violet. As the scions who lived in complete luxury, without ever having wielded a sword appeared soft. Whilst Robin and Chloe were toned, fit and strong.

However, being vassals directly beneath a duke known for war and battle. The younger noblemen gave them great respect and admiration, as Chloe once again spun her stories, greatly glamourizing them as she did so. Something her listeners actually believed wholeheartedly.

As for Violet, as she listened to the ever exagerated stories. Within her left hand was a glass of fine-wine, her right, a plate of little delicate pastry bites filled with sweet and light cream.

"May I have the pleasure of this dance, my lady?"

Asai lowered his gaze, as he sought Rosemi's hand.

"Yes, of course! I thought you'd never ask. ♡"