Chapter 110: Take me away

The sun has set, but a deep gold light brightens the ballroom turned high society gathering hall. Sofas cover the entire hall floor, all bundled to form wall-less rooms around a short table to put their glasses of liquor. Despite the simple settings, people cover the entire hall. They all talk with fake smiles and cigars between their fingers. 

Sil sits in one of the dozens of sofas spread across the entire hall. He takes a sip from the glass that hangs on the light grasp of his fingertips. His eyes gaze at the whiskey tumbler, but his mind floats to somewhere else. Although noblemen and female attendants surround him, their laughs and small talks do not register to his ears. 

However, one sound in the hall suddenly registers, and his eyes regain their focus. He looks up from his glass and watches a lady accompanying two noblemen. He straightens his back as his eyes follow the beauty. He notices the surrounding suddenly go quiet as the beauty passes by. 

The clicking sound of the heels draws everyone's eyes like a magnet. Every step seems to make the marble floor catch on fire as if the lady is paving a path of flames. The elegant flowy dress shimmers under the gold light like the glow of swaying flames. 

Even though Kyrie has masked his identity by putting a veil, Sil recognizes him with one glance. His heart races as his eyes get entangled in the lure of Kyrie's figure and confident strides. 

"Don't get caught up again. We have to stay put and hidden until the gates open," Cynthia follows Sil's gaze to the silver-haired lady. 

She lets out a ridiculing smirk as she thinks that Sil is still obsessed with his feelings over that paladin who possesses the same hair color, unaware that the lady is actually Kyrie in disguise.

"You don't have to remind me again," Sil takes a sip of his whiskey as he leans back.

He watches Kyrie until his figure disappears to the halls towards the private rooms, wondering why Kyrie would appear in such attire to this place.

While walking in the hallways, away from the uncomfortable stares that Kyrie attracted, Ian slightly turns his gaze towards Kyrie. He watches Kyrie's confident smile through the see-through veil. His long hair tucked behind his ear, showing off the long silver dangle earring moving like a pendulum.

Instead of feeling happy, he feels burdened at his troubling emotions brewing inside. His desires are reaching a breaking point. 

He feels wrong to wish to hide Kyrie for his eyes only, but he is unexpectedly sour to see the attention that Kyrie receives. Ian wants to complain to Mama Rowan since she has outdone herself in this one. 

Unlike how Ian thinks that he is the only one getting bothered by the unwelcome attention, Papa Rowan has been on his radar to catch any impure stare shot at Kyrie. Papa Rowan makes sure to shoot back a nastier look. No one is touching his daugh- son!

Meanwhile, Kyrie's mind brews shameless thoughts beyond any human decency. He has long forgotten the torture that he has to suffer under the marchioness's hands. 

[Aiy… Being beautiful is a sin… I cannot blame people for looking at me so sinfully… I am myself a sinner! ] 

Kyrie almost sheds a tear, but he remembers that he has mascara on. That tear is coming back! 

Kyrie's skin has thickened once again to the point that he might be able to receive a torpedo without a single scratch. This man might get embarrassed, but the self awareness has been out of whack. Fine tuning might do him good! Aside from cancer, the gods should add one more illness to their list of diseases waiting to find a cure. 

When they finally get to the door of the private room with soundproof magic, Papa Rowan and Ian let out a breath of relief. Being a pervert prevention shield is harder than they might have expected. They both think at the same time that it is bad to let Mama Rowan work on Kyrie. Kyrie seems to be the type that attracts perverts across the spectrum - kind of odd that he is attracting his own kind!

Marquis Rowan hands the invitation to the doorman when they arrive. The doors open, and the cigar smoke from the room invades their nostrils and vision. Only when they walk into the room, their eyes adapt, letting them see beyond the curtains of smoke. Inside, sofas are placed together into an oval shape, a perfect shape to encourage the attendees to engage in conversation.

"Rowan! Over here!" One nobleman calls.

Marquis Rowan walks over there to greet the nobleman that called him, "Viscount Halton."

Halton looks over Marquis Rowan's shoulder and sees a young man accompanied by a beauty. Halton's eyes immediately shine when his eyes land on Kyrie.

He rubs his hands, "Who did you bring? I have never seen you bring an attendant!"

Marquis Rowan leans towards Halton's ear, "That person… You can not touch!"

The sharp tone of voice makes Halton freeze and nod submissively, startled that the kind Rowan would take his womanizer side so seriously. 

Who is this woman? He has never heard that Rowan had a daughter, only a son. Plus, his son is the all-famous paladin.

When Kyrie sits, he immediately feels the uncomfortable stares from the men seated in the circle of sofas. Their adam's apple moves as they examine Kyrie. 

Kyrie's movements, bearing, and confidence give away that he is no less than any of those gentle, noble ladies that only appear in tea parties, giving them the impression that he is a woman of high status, not a woman who switches around mattresses. Even so, Kyrie has presented himself in a place like this. 

'Is she a woman in need of money?'

They all stop conversation with each other and look at Rowan for any indication of opening prices, but they are all also fully aware that the Rowans are dutiful, good dogs of the king. So, without any indication from Rowan of opening prices, they stop their lustful wishes since they fear getting their tails caught and wiped away in silent corners. They could only lift one corner of their lips. It's a pity they don't have the chance.

The door suddenly opens, and Kyrie sees another nobleman with a female attendant going in. Nonetheless, his eyes catch an interesting figure who happens to pass by, a priest he has seen from the temple. 

[What is a priest doing in a place like this?]

"Darling!" The noisy attendant that just came in draws everyone's attention, "Can't you just buy gold and be done with it? I can't wait…"

She circles her finger on that nobleman's chest. 

The nobleman laughs with lustful eyes, "We need to get a membership before we could get gold."

"Boring!" The attendant pouts.

When the lustful nobleman catches a glimpse at Kyrie, his arms suddenly loosens on his own attendant, causing the attendant to stare daggers at Kyrie.

[Sister… don't worry… I am taken! I will not steal your leftovers.]

Then, the attendant glances at Ian, who is next to Kyrie, and her eyes shine. 

[This bitch dares!]

The attendant has never seen someone so young attend, plus he is handsome and fit. She gazes at Ian's angular and masculine features that are starting to mature from his youthful face. Her gaze traces down, watching his broad shoulders and muscular build. 

The attire that this young man wears clearly states that he is of high status. With intricate but simplistic hand embroidery around the collar and sleeves, the coat itself shows the labor and time spent by an expensive designer. Plus, watching the attendant next to him, her eyes continue to shine as she falls in love with everything that Kyrie is wearing.

All she has seen before are old and wrinkly men going into private rooms. So, she starts sending glances and suggestive actions towards Ian shamelessly. 

Seeing how Ian would not even bat an eye, the attendant pouts. Kyrie puts his head on Ian's shoulder, and he smirks when he gets into eye contact with the female attendant. 

[Mine]

The attendant, understanding the message, looks away angrily. 

Kyrie senses Ian's hand sliding on his waist, and he looks up. Slightly frowning with lips pressed into a line, Ian gently presses Kyrie's body to his, showing to the staring men that Kyrie belongs to him already. Kyrie tries to control his smile when he senses the invisible pressure that Ian lets out. Those with lustful eyes turn away when they sense the threatening pressure, fearing for their lives. 

Kyrie has never seen Ian use bloodlust like this before. His heart starts to itch again when he steals a glance at Ian's expression, so he lets his fingertips lightly brush through Ian's coat. Then, he yanks on Ian's collar, bringing Ian's ear closer to his lips.

"I need to get out right now, so take me away."