Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) Chapter 347: The Small Inn and The White Shadow (3)

Third Person’s POV

It was none other than his Master Nyx.

Only now, she stood not in her usual black battle armor that she always wore but was cloaked in the disguise of a noble heiress and perfectly looked like a dragonkin of perfect heritage.

Yet Ethan could sense the ancient storm beneath the silken surface.

Her gaze swept the room like a predator seeking a scent, and when her dark golden eyes found him, they locked with an almost physical force.

For a brief instant, delight flashed within them, like a star seen only by him, but it was quickly masked beneath her commanding aura that was not obvious at all.

Whatever she felt was buried under a forcefield of absolute control that blocked any attempt to peer into her emotions, and as she did this, no one in the room was able to sense anything unusual about her other than her beauty and extraordinariness that ca from her being a young noble dragonkin.

Her every step was calculated and seed like a perfect symphony of elegance and intimidation that ca naturally to her rather than being forced or any kind of pretending.

Her wide hips swayed with fluid grace, each movent resonating with both restrained danger and hypnotic charm.

Watching her approach, Ethan felt the weight of her presence steal the breath from his lungs as even after all this ti and after all they had been through, this was the first ti he had seen her wearing anything other than her battle armor.

And as a result, the effect was intoxicating.

Sitting beside him, Virelle instantly recognized her too, and her reaction was not rely one of awe but also of shock, which she quickly masked, though it didn’t go unnoticed by both the dragoness and her disciple.

Virelle knew who this young and beautiful dragonkin was, and though she didn’t know her intimately like Ethan, it was still enough to understand what she was.

She was one of those untouchable and mysterious forbidden beings, though she was now walking in the realm of the Abyssal Sanctum disguised as a mber of the youth.

It defied everything she understood about power and hierarchy.

The implications were dizzying, and for a mont Virelle’s composed deanor cracked.

Her eyes darted to Ethan’s srized face, the way his crimson eyes clung to Nyx as the tide pulled to the moon.

And in that instant, like a flare struck in the dark, comprehension dawned in her gaze.

She said nothing and did nothing.

But behind her unreadable expression, her thoughts spun like a cyclone.

She realized sothing... sothing about the depth of Ethan’s connection to this woman, and if her thought was correct, then it might be even deeper than even she might have guessed.

Still, she suppressed and buried it so as to show anything now, and to react foolishly would risk offending the one woman no one dared cross.

So instead, she masked her awareness, returning her face to its calm beauty, and said nothing as Nyx’s shadow fell across them all.

Nyx didn’t bother with formalities and took Ethan’s hand with effortless authority.

All this while she didn’t say a single word to the others and totally ignored the others’ presence as she began leading him out of the inn.

The suddenness of her action made the remaining trio pause, and their expressions revealed a blend of surprise and subtle conflict.

Like the ever-smart tactician, she masked her true reaction with a convincing look of feigned shock.

Her features remained composed as she pretended to not recognize the enigmatic dragoness, though her rigid posture betrayed a flicker of unease.

On the other hand, Velcy remained quiet, and her usual stoicism settled into sothing unreadable.

She was far more accustod to Nyx’s presence as months of quiet travel alongside Ethan between the Ebospire Peaks and Scarlet Hollow City had familiarized her with the formidable woman, even if she didn’t speak of it openly.

But the newest addition to their group, Lucy the blonde demon girl, was a different story.

Her widened eyes, parted lips, and lingering gaze painted a clear picture of bewildernt laced with awe as she couldn’t begin to comprehend the connection between the calm and charming young man who had saved her life and the otherworldly, imposing and beautiful figure of the horned dragon lady who commanded every step she took.

Though the man of the hour, Ethan, seed unfazed and a soft smile tugged at his lips as his eyes traced the sleek sway of Nyx’s cascading black hair, and even without looking back, he could feel the heat of Lucien’s poisonous glare boring into his back.

He didn’t need to look to know, as such an obvious jealousy had a scent of its own.

Just as Ethan and Nyx disappeared through the door, the silence in the room broke with Victor’s sharp and deliberate playful whistle sounding like a match striking against damp wood.

Seeing his immature behavior, Virelle’s expression tightened.

Her composure faltered for just a breath before she turned her glare toward her brother, as she was clearly irritated that he chose to make light of the situation.

Lucien, seated stiffly with an unreadable mask, said nothing, but the jealousy in his eyes simred like a kettle left on too long.

He wondered what was so special about that brat that so many won with such exotic and extraordinary beauty liked and viewed him favorably, with his childhood crush Virelle amongst them.

He didn’t need to be a genius to tell that she seed to have more than just friendly emotions towards the guy he disliked to the extre.

As he thought all this, his clenched fists and tightened jaw told their own story.

Suddenly, a bold thought occurred in his mind, which would definitely destroy that brat Eryndor if he played his cards well.

But on seeing Virelle’s angry gaze on her brother and her charming face, which he desired so much, he cald down, as that action would also destroy any chance that he might have with this woman.