“Your Highnesses, please allow me to introduce to you, my parents. Monsieur Morgante di Sator and Madame Bunny Fay di Sator, my Papa and Mama.”

Morgante di Sator, the chiseled epitome of male perfection, could have easily been mistaken for a holy knight turned fashion model.

His golden eyes sparkled with an otherworldly allure, making mortal hearts swoon – or perhaps tremble in fear of his divine judgment.

And then there was his wife, Bunny Fay di Sator, the embodiment of every dark-haired beauty trope known to mankind.

Her long locks cascaded like a waterfall of midnight silk, framing a face so achingly gorgeous it could bring kingdoms to their knees.

With a seductive beauty mark teasingly placed by her eye, she exuded a charm that was both enchanting and dangerous.

Together, they were a walking paradox – him, the celestial paragon of power, and her, the sultry enchantress straight out of a forbidden fairy tale.

It was as if Fate herself had decided to blend all the clichés of allure and power into one power couple, leaving mere mortals to gawk in both admiration and envy.

Oh, the joy of being blessed with such devastatingly beautiful genes, thought the rest of humanity as the Sator couple passed by, turning heads and breaking hearts with every ethereal step—and clearly, they believed these two were Evan di Sator’s parents.

Well, they couldn’t quite put their fingers on it. Was it his nose? His eyes? His lips? Not really. But they just felt like Evan di Sator was this couple’s son.

“Your Highnesses, greetings,” Morgan nodded, and so did Burn.

He observed Nahwu, Locan, and then Blair, before turning to Yvain. “Good work.”

“What does that mean? I did a good job?” Yvain muttered tiredly. “For what? I didn’t do anything.”

Blair now became the main target of Burn and Morgan’s stare, silently hiding behind Yvain. But it wasn’t for long, as Yvain stepped aside to specifically show her to his masters.

Yvain smiled, “Her Highness is the one I want you two to meet. She’s special.”

Locan furrowed his eyebrows, smiling, “What is it about my sister, Sir Sator?”

Despite his protectiveness towards his sister, Locan immediately cowered under Burns’s gaze. Meanwhile, Nahwu flinched when Morgan’s pair of blue eyes landed on her.

“We must also invite the two of Your Highnesses for lunch too. We’d love to host such talented individuals,” Morgan said, turning to Burn, “Right, Tiger Love?”

“Hm,” Burn smiled. “Sure, if Madam wishes so.”

And just like that, Locan and Nahwu’s doubts vanished into thin air. Yvain and his family weren’t just regular folks after all. They practically oozed extraordinariness!

“My Evan said that he witnessed you demonstrate your Vision Magic in the entrance exam. He was so mesmerized by it that he begged me to invite you over for lunch. How can I say no after I heard how magnificent you are?” Morgan said.

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“Th... that… Umm…” Blair stuttered, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of tomato red. Classic Blair, caught off guard by the dazzling aura of Evan’s folks.

Well, well, well, it seems Blair wasn’t prepared for the full force of Evan’s powerhouse parents. They were like a masterclass in flawless intimidation, making perfection look like a walk in the park.

"We should be able to invite you in a week. There’s a meeting we must attend tomorrow. What do you think, Your Highnesses?" Morgan asked.

Blair raised her face again and nodded, "Y-yes—"

"Wait," Nahwu suddenly cut her off. With a suspicious expression, she said, "We heard you just recovered, Madam Sator. Is it okay for us to intrude?"

Morgan smiled. "Nothing to worry about."

Nahwu sneered. "Then, please have us. You indeed look completely healthy, not like someone who had just made a miraculous recovery."

Even Blair sensed something wrong with what Nahwu said, almost like she was being rude to Evan’s parents.

"Should we invite everyone, Madam?" Burn suddenly asked, and Morgan turned to him, eyebrows raised. "We don’t have to invite the rude ones, right? Think of your health."

Morgan chuckled, and her soft laughs made people around turn to how captivating it was. "Yes. But it’s fun to have more differing characters on the table."

Burn clicked his tongue. "Bunny."

Nahwu narrowed her eyes at how brazen this couple were. Who did they think they were? She was the elven princess!

“Right, it should be around this time that we return, right? No, it was yesterday—” Morgan stopped her own words when she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

“COUGH—” she immediately closed her mouth as blood seeped through her white gloves and fingers.

“Mama?” Yvain widened his eyes in horror. It wasn’t the first time he had seen Morgan cough up blood, but each time was terrifying. Burn didn’t wait and brought her up in his arms. So it was time for another loop, huh?

Well, yesterday, they should’ve fought the Alliance’s Junior Fleet Admiral, and the world would have perished. Just a day after, and a new loop was created.

Of course, the buffet’s guests turned to them. Burn’s metal heels sounded somewhat sharper than usual, forcing the sea of guests to part to give him a way.

Yvain froze. After everything Burn and Morgan had told him when he asked them about the truth, he couldn't imagine how painful it was to have one’s literal soul ripped away to pay for a time loop. Without realizing, in complete horror, he muttered, “Mama’s going to die again…”

Yvain snapped out of his daze and ran to follow Burn out of the hall.

The family left without a word, leaving the onlookers in a flurry of gossip, their tongues wagging with malicious intent. The rumors swirling around the Sator couple took on a darker tone, infused with a venomous essence.

“Maybe they hid from the public eye all this while because of Madam Sator’s illness,” one voice sneered.

“Their son may be talented, but clearly, not everything in that perfect facade is as flawless as it seems,” another chimed in, dripping with sarcasm.

“Well, they are dripping with wealth. Why should we waste our pity on them?” a cold, mocking laugh followed.

“Monsieur Sator's undying love for his ailing, beautiful, and attention-seeking wife is almost pitiable. Such a sadistic form of devotion, isn't it? Must be a real joy living in that mausoleum of a home,” a voice remarked, laced with disdain and dark amusement.

The conversation flowed with icy tones, each word laced with a potent cocktail of mockery, cold wit, and a touch of schadenfreude, painting a picture of a society reveling in the misfortunes of those deemed untouchably affluent yet secretly vulnerable.

Locan glanced at Nahwu, who looked very upset about the development.

“Feeling like chewing and swallowing your own tongue?” Locan asked.

Nahwu frowned. “They’re still suspicious.”

“Even suspicious people are human. Thieves needed bread, and murderers were broken. That’s why God still roots for them. Who are you to judge?” Locan said.

“Brother, I’ll find Evan after all,” Blair said as she bolted away. Locan was about to stop her, but he held himself back.

Blair ran out of the hall, and two other children ran after her. She turned and saw Matthew and Alan, looking equally worried. The two nodded at her.

“If you want to find him, let’s go together.”