The Bored Immortal

"President Mevron, congratulations for getting the Fruit of Youth which nobody else was able to," Ashpa said with a flattering smile with Mevron in front of her and King Erzu standing near her as well.

All of them, along with other high-ranked demons and adventurers, were standing in the hall where the Grand Ball was being held. Only the top echelons of the town would be present here except for those who got in through recommendations.

"Thank you, Queen Ashpa. But it wouldn't have been possible if not for King Erzu's hard work," Mevron said with a friendly smile, though his blue eyes had a hint of satisfaction.

King Erzu harrumphed, clearly dissatisfied after losing the Fruit of Youth which he had painstakingly procured. Only in his worst dreams did he expect it to fall into the hands of Mevron.

Now there was no doubt that Mevron's power and status would shoot through the skies once he consumed the fruit. Of course, if the Winter Dragon King gets wind of it, Mevron may have to hand it over. 

But it was said that the Winter Dragon King was someone who least cared about the things happening in the realm. Only if something or someone threatened the Winter Dragon race or if the entire realm was in danger would the Winter Dragon King personally take action.

Because of this, nobody had seen them for centuries. But it was said that if the Winter Dragon King was to surface, then it would mean all hell breaks loose.

"So now that you have one of the most sought-after treasures in odic history, when do you plan to eat it for real?" King Erzu asked with a narrowed gaze. Even if he knew he lost the chance to get something he had sought after for a large part of his life, he was still curious to see what happens when someone consumes it.

Nobody had ever dreamed of eating the Fruit of Youth due to how seemingly impossible it was. Even if he was able to steal it he had to pay a huge price which was the main reason he was feeling quite bitter and angry about it.

But since it was Mevron, there was nothing he could do about it unless he wanted to go to war with the most powerful race in the realm. Even if his race can deal some damage to the Winter Dragons race in a war, in the end, he and his people would certainly lose.

"Oh, seems like you are quite curious, hm? Well, I actually bought it as a gift to my revered king, but my father informed me that the Winter Dragon King doesn't care about it and that I can use it however I want. So that means within twenty days, I would be consuming it. I wish I could eat it already, but unfortunately, it still hasn't ripened," Mevron said with a soft sigh.

Queen Ashpa chuckled, "The Winter Dragon King is so kind and loving to you. No wonder you would be the Champion who would represent your bloodline."

"I was chosen as the Champion because I earned it and not because of my birth status. You should get your facts straight, Queen Ashpa. Otherwise, the wrong words can cause misunderstandings," Mevron said with a light smile, though his aura became heavy and suffocating for a split second, making Queen Ashpa gulp.

Even though she was the Queen of the Night Nagas, she once again realized how terrifying Mevron can be, "I-I am sorry, President. Please forgive this little queen. I misspoke. Isn't it a given that you are so impressive because of all the achievements you made by yourself."

Mevron smiled as his expression became as normal as before, "Don't worry about it. It's normal for anybody to make mistakes."

King Erzu had an amused smile, feeling happy that his rival Queen Ashpa smacked herself in the face before her love interest. He knew that the one thing Mevron hated the most was people assuming his current status and power were the result of his birth privilege.

"Dear, the ball has already started, and you are still standing here. Why don't you come and dance with me?" A sweet-sounding voice sounded from behind as Mevron turned around to see a beautiful woman with green eyes, "My beloved, how wrong of me to let you wait. Come, let's have a lovely dance."

"Later, you two," Mevron said with a nod as he hooked Ara's arm around his before walking towards the center of the hall as people made their way toward this stunning couple.

However, on the way, suddenly, the vice president, Orgaz began to walk along with Mevron as he whispered in his ears, "President, the Talmarian Tribe in the north is refusing to evacuate their land despite mentioning that this is for one of your projects. What should we do?"

"Who are they again?" Mevron casually asked.

"They consist of pigfolk, President. You know how stubborn they can be, and they are saying they won't survive if they are forced to relocate with their families. I was wondering if we could offer some comp—"

"Why are you even coming to me with such silly matters? Just get rid of them all and take it. This is our realm, after all. If they don't know to whom they should show gratitude, then they don't deserve anything," Mevron said with a casual shake of his head before smiling at the people around him as he walked, while Orgaz stopped walking as he sighed.

Ara clearly heard what Orgaz was talking with Mevron and said as she slowly danced with Mevron, "Dear, just simply killing those pig folk silently won't be much effective. We should make sure to make an example out of them to put others in line, especially those who still don't respect yo—" Ara suddenly stopped talking as she frowned upon seeing that Mevron was distracted by something else. She immediately followed the line of sight of his eyes, only to frown even more.