The Bored Immortal

*Knock!*

Before anything could happen, Seraphina got startled and came out of her daze as she jumped back by a step like a rabbit, making Viktor clear his throat as even he didn't realize what he was going to do.

Viktor decided to open the door to get rid of the awkwardness and saw that it was the owner of the inn, the pigman, "Oh, what happened? I am sure we paid off today's rent as well, right?"

The owner twitched his pig nose as he said, "I am not here for the rent but to inform you that a big carriage is waiting downstairs for you."

Saying that, the pigman left while thinking about the high-quality crops he had gathered to eat for lunch. He knew that Azu was the Goblin Slayer who had become a respectful figure in this town within the past few days. Still, the pigman seemed as if he had bigger things to worry about, like his lunch.

Viktor shook his head with a smile as he looked at a subtly shy Seraphina, "So…shall we?"

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Meanwhile, in a large hall that was dimly lit, three tall figures were standing around a glowing red object covered in silver fabric. The one who was eyeing the glowing object with a desire-filled gaze was an old dark elf. Despite looking old with a gray beard and long pointy ears, his body was well built and looked as healthy as a horse.

His dark glowing gray eyes seemed to be brimming with hidden power, and if anybody in this realm saw this man, they would immediately fall to their knees since this man was none other than Erzu Khuvru, the King of the Northern Dark Elves, highly feared by the denizens of the Darkstar Realm.

Within Dark Elves, there were multiple factions, but the faction that was most dangerous was the Northern Dark Elves, especially their king, Erzu, whom even most of the werewolf tribes feared due to how proficient he was in the art of using poison, especially wolfsbane. His race was known for being highly skilled assassins and infiltrators to the point even some of the other powerful realms wouldn't treat them lightly.

Standing beside him was a slim woman looking in her thirties who was taller than the other two and was looking at the glowing object with a vicious light in her vertical slit eyes. Her skin was dark green, with scales covering her limbs and her cheeks.

*Hisss*

Like a snake, her forked tongue would occasionally hiss while nobody could guess what she was thinking about. She was the Queen of the Night Nagas, Ashpa, a powerful figure equally feared by the people of the Darkstar Realm, especially the ones living in this town.

She and her race were proficient in the arts of poison, though the specialty of their race allowed them to not only simply kill their enemies using their poison but also to take control of their minds and body before they could die for various purposes.

They also had the ability to use any water bodies to their advantage if they assumed their true forms. Only fools would try to provoke any one of them near the waters. But even then, who would court death for no reason by offending any one of them, especially their queen?

However, the youngest-looking person in the hall was the one with the greatest status in the hall. He was wearing an elegant white robe with silver embroidery and was looking at the glowing red object with a calm smile.

His face was exceptionally handsome as his glowing light blue eyes gave off a certain charm that could make any woman swoon over him. His silver hair was neatly combed backward, giving him a nice sleek and neat look while also making people feel that he had a certain class and noble bearings.

He also had a large frame, and one could notice that his body must be quite muscular beneath those robes.

His face was something the people of this town rarely saw, even more than the other two. Still, there was not a soul in this realm who wouldn't recognize such an exalted being. After all, he was the grandson of the King of the Winter Dragons.

He owned the entire Darkwell Trading Union, which was the most prosperous business in town, while managing it as its president.

People not only feared him because of his status and power but also respected him due to how hardworking he was. Despite belonging to a powerful race and possessing a privileged status, he single-handedly built his business up from the ground to what it was now.

Most other people in his place would take advantage of their luxuries to enjoy and have fun every minute of their lives. But not Mevron Guzon, also known by the title as the Champion of the Future.

After all, he was chosen as the one who would represent the Winter Dragon race in the upcoming Bloodborn tournament. People were already considering him to become a champion as their way to show their respect and loyalty.

The Winter Dragons ruled this realm, so it was only natural that the grandson of the king himself wouldn't be treated as an ordinary noble. And the fact that he was the youngest one on the line to become a Great Demon like the other two in the hall only added to his reputation. Apparently, he was one of the most prodigal geniuses in the realm and even got wed to the Mermaid Princess, renowned for her poetic beauty.

The Merfolk usually wouldn't marry anyone from another race, but this only showed how impressive Mevron was to garner the attention of a recluse race like the Merfolk.

And since these three grand figures had assembled in the hall, the atmosphere within the hall was quite heavy and dark.

"So…Prince Mevron, what's stopping me from taking back what is mine?" Erzu, the king of the dark elves, asked with a dark light in his eyes.