Colonial Suit

Watching the sudden smile on his daughter's face, King Eric's heart stirred slightly, but he nodded. "Really."

"Go, my princess. Go find a partner worthy of your mermaid's heart. When you decide, I will bring him before you, and he will accompany you for all eternity. You are Camille's treasure. I swear in the name of the Sea King that no one can stop your love. No one can break your union."

"I am grateful to you, Father," Avril said softly, lowering her eyes.

"Go, my beloved daughter," King Eric said with a smile, opening his right arm.

With this gesture, the music in the hall gradually faded, and the lights focused on Avril. The dancers on the dance floor also stopped and returned to the crowd.

Avril sighed softly and slowly stood up.

At this moment, she gathered everyone's attention. There was excitement, jealousy, admiration, and even more greed…

But Avril seemed oblivious, still wearing a faint smile. Set off by her white纱 evening dress, she looked elegant and pure, like an angel descending from heaven, slowly walking towards the dance floor. People made way as she walked, forming a wide passage. Many young men were pushed to the edge of the passage by their parents, their faces filled with anticipation and apprehension, waiting for Avril to choose.

Among them were nobles, billionaires with vast fortunes, and commanders of private fleets. On Camille, each of them was the elite of the elite, the darlings of high society.

They had never lacked women in their lives. Perhaps they never imagined that one day they would stand at the edge of such a magnificent dance floor, waiting for a woman to choose.

No one knew what they were feeling at this moment, but one thing was certain: not one of them harbored resentment.

Because… Avril was too outstanding.

On Camille, Avril was simply God's darling, her flawless appearance and ethereal temperament, coupled with her noble status, were enough to attract the attention of all men at first sight. But that was not the most important thing. Most importantly, Avril also had an unattainable reputation among the people. She loved water polo and participated in sports all year round, mingling with ordinary people. She respected the elderly and cared for children. Her politeness and smile had once conquered everyone, so that Avril even had the nickname 'People's Princess' among the people.

She was a perfect, flawless gem. As King Eric said, she was Camille's treasure.

What was there to complain about being chosen by such a girl? No, on the contrary, the only feeling one could have should be honor, right?

For a time, the young men present were filled with mixed feelings, but their eyes never left Avril. They watched quietly as this seemingly angelic girl approached them step by step…

…and then walked past them…

"Ah," someone sighed softly, as if speaking for all the men.

Avril did not choose them, so who would she choose?

No one knew. Everyone could only watch as this gentle girl passed through them and walked step by step towards a corner of the hall.

There, a detached young man was facing the window, taking large gulps of whiskey.

His figure was thin, but his movements were so rough, as if he was holding not whiskey, but just a bottle of ordinary water. What was even more unacceptable to everyone was that even in such an elegant ball, he still exuded an aura of indifference and unruliness, like a solitary leopard, disdaining to associate with other beasts.

In people's eyes, he did not have the demeanor and temperament of a noble gentleman, but he had a wild flavor that made him out of place with everyone else.

Who was he?

The crowd stirred slightly, and many men looked at the back with puzzled eyes. But as some people recognized that this man was the one Avril had personally received before the banquet, people's eyes began to change, mixed with disgust and jealousy.

But no matter how they looked at him, Avril approached the man step by step. But just when everyone thought Avril would choose this man, she stopped in front of another blue-haired youth, revealing a faint smile.

"Hello, would you like to dance with me?"

"Uh?"

The blue-haired youth was Jules. At this moment, she was leaning against a stone pillar not far from Blood瞳, sipping red wine while observing Blood瞳. She had no interest in what was happening in the hall.

But that was no wonder, for a successor of a large family who could access the Fourth World, everything here was too insignificant. No matter how proud the nobles present were, they were just a group of rulers of the Sixth World. In the eyes of the arrogant Jules, they naturally had no status. And in terms of temperament and appearance, these young people who were like peacocks spreading their tails could not even attract her attention.

In fact, Jules had no interest in this banquet at all. If she really had nowhere else to go, she would not have come here with Blood瞳.

But she never expected that the protagonist of this banquet, Princess Avril, would be standing in front of her at this moment, saying these words with a slightly shy expression. At this moment, she even thought there was something wrong with the other party's head.

Damn… are all angels nearsighted?

A trace of surprise flashed in Jules' eyes, but she calmed down in an instant. She was wearing a blue swallowtail coat at the moment, and she had always liked to dress up as a man, so she looked no different from a man in appearance.

She put down her glass and coldly refused. "Sorry, I don't want to dance."

"Wow…" The audience was in an uproar, and almost all the men glared at Jules. They never thought that just when they could not attract Avril's attention by any means, this blue-haired youth would rudely refuse her. This was simply cutting a knife into the hearts of all the men, making them hate her to the bone.

But to their surprise, Avril did not show much surprise, as if she had already known this would be the result.

She lowered her eyes and said with some disappointment. "Is that so… I'm so sorry."

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Jules' heart stirred. She suddenly thought of something and looked at Blood瞳 next to her with a non-smiling expression.

"I think the person you really want to invite shouldn't be me, right?"

"Why do you say that?" Avril's eyebrows drooped, and her voice became lighter and lighter. "You are an outstanding gentleman, and it would be an honor for many ladies present to dance with you. It's better than those guys anyway, right?"

"But I'm just like him, I'm not interested in you," Jules replied coldly, while glancing at the men present, a hint of disdain flowing from the corner of her mouth. "But you're right, they're really too weak. Political marriages are really annoying, I think your father must not like your current choice."

"That's not important, is it? All I need is a dance partner. And you happen to be his companion, so you should help, right?"

"Okay, there's really no way," Jules frowned and glanced at Blood瞳, then said to Avril, "Then I'll help you once. But I have to say it first, I'll only dance one dance. Don't bother me after that."

"That's enough," Avril raised her head, revealing a sweet smile. "Actually, this is not a political marriage, but bloodline… Father still loves me very much."

"I'm too lazy to care about you," Jules replied disdainfully, then stretched out a hand to Avril.

"Then, weak princess, please…"

"Thank you," Avril露出 a happy smile, placing her hand in Jules' hand.

The next moment, the beautiful waltz rang out again, and the two glided onto the dance floor together.

It had to be said that in terms of etiquette and temperament, Jules was much stronger than the men present. Born into a large family in the Fifth World, her dance steps and movements were impeccable, perfect as if from a textbook. Dancing with Avril on the dance floor gave people a perfect feeling of a prince and princess. With their dance姿, more and more figures glided onto the dance floor.

On the high platform, King Eric frowned slightly and said to an old man beside him.

"I haven't seen that person before."

"Yes, it has been investigated. Her name is Jules, and she is an apprentice-level star pirate."

"A star pirate? Are you kidding me?" The king's frown deepened. "How could I let my dear daughter choose a star pirate as a partner? Don't you know how dangerous their profession is? Who issued the invitation, don't they know my rules?"

"It was the princess' invitation," the old man replied. "But none of this is important, what is important is that although this Jules is a star pirate, he is the heir to a large family in the Fifth World."

"Oh?" King Eric was slightly stunned, then his brow relaxed. "So, my dearest daughter has unexpectedly chosen a suitable object?"

"Yes. Your Majesty, this Jules is not the high-risk profession you imagine, he will eventually inherit that large family."

"That's more like it," King Eric nodded, his eyes softening. "If it's not a high-risk profession, then it's enough to be my daughter's partner. Okay, if that's her choice, I'll agree."

"The Camille mermaid's bloodline is a tragedy, no matter what I have to give Avril a good home. I will talk to this Jules in person."

"It is Princess' fortune to receive your favor," the old man said sincerely.

Before he could finish speaking, a servant ran in from outside and said a few words in his ear, and his face changed drastically.

"Not good, Your Majesty, they're here!"