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Windsor Town
Nestled against lush emerald hills and winding rivers, Windsor Town bloomed like a pearl beneath the skies of Siros. Cobbled streets twisted between well-tended homes, their stone walls draped in flowering vines and ivy. Market stalls buzzed with life, their awnings fluttering gently under warm morning breezes.
Unlike the larger, a little colder cities under royal control, Windsor breathed peace.
It thrived in harmony.
Because it belonged to the Skyster Family.
A noble domain under Dian's lineage, Windsor was a haven—lush with greenery, known for its magical silk markets, enchanted jewelry, and most of all, its people: proud, free, and fiercely loyal to the Skysters.
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Skyster Castle Courtyard — Morning
A sleek, black-and-silver carriage stood waiting—enchanted, simple, without crest or decoration. The group of six emerged, dressed not in noble regalia, but in plain, elegant attire. Their faces were lightly veiled by enchanted fabric, enough to blur their features to strangers.
"We're going incognito today," Dian said with a playful smirk. "Just… a quiet family out."
"For a date," Suzine whispered, eyes gleaming.
"Yes," he smiled.
Jones stepped forward, followed by a young woman.
She looked around nineteen, with raven-black hair tied into a sleek ponytail, stormy grey eyes, and a natural elegance in her posture. She wore a tidy navy-blue traveling dress and carried herself with a calm, respectful demeanor.
"Young lord," Jones said, "this is Lena. A trusted town guide. She'll show you around personally."
Dian's eye glinted. There was something… intentional about the way Jones introduced her.
Still, he offered a warm smile. "Thank you, Lena."
She bowed gracefully. "It is an honor, Lord Skyster."
Dian turned to the others—and momentarily lost his breath.
Even in plain clothes, they were breathtaking.
Suzine wore a soft blue gown that hugged her hourglass figure, complimenting her silver hair.
Gianna's light green dress, barely containing her voluptuous curves, highlighted her long hair and gleaming emerald eyes.
And Emily—
She stood out the most with a simple golden gown that shimmered in the morning light, paired with her long blonde hair and bright emerald eyes. Her figure was boundless, even more voluptuous than Gianna's. Her massive breasts bounced with each laugh, her wide hips and plump rear swaying behind a deceptively slim waist.
Dian swallowed hard. His body warmed, his dragon stirred. Control… boy. Control.
They all looked so happy.
Let's get the date done first—
His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden screen:
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[Ding!]
[New Quest — Conquer Emily Measter!]
[Rewards –
1. Random skill from her.
2. 1000 L.P.]
[Time Limit – 4 Days]
[Penalty – Host's Death by unforeseen circumstances]
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Dian blinked. "Umm… isn't this time limit a little low?"
His eyes scrolled down. He froze.
"And what's with this penalty?!"
A calm, cool feminine voice answered from within the system.
"Host, as you know, I don't set the quests. They appear based on the flow of events."
She paused.
"The time limit and penalty are dictated by contextual factors—decisions, possibilities, and risks. I only present them."
Dian sighed. "Right…"
Another screen popped up:
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[Status Window]
[Name – Emily?]
[Age – ?]
[Class – Grand Mage, 3rd Stage]
[Elements – ???]
[Attributes – ????]
[Skills – ???]
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"Oh? A Grand Mage, huh." Dian thought. "The kingdom of elves really does rely on their Elder after all..."
There was something more but, he shook his head and looked back at the women.
Next to Emily stood Olivia.
Calm. Collected. Always quiet.
She wore the same plain golden gown as her mother. Long blonde hair, soft emerald eyes, and an hourglass figure. Perfect. But today… there was something in her gaze.
She kept stealing glances at Dian. And when their eyes met—she looked away. One hand pressed tightly over the other.
Nervous?
Dian stepped toward her, slow and unthreatening. He stopped just inches away.
His warm breath touched her skin.
Olivia flinched.
Her eyes widened as she looked up—realizing how close he now stood.
His features were striking. Calm, glowing brown eyes that saw too much. A strong frame, broad shoulders. That signature half-smile on lips far too inviting. And his scent—
Sniff. Sniff.
She couldn't help herself.
Masculine. Warm. Sweet. Unmistakably him.
A blush overtook her cheeks. Her breathing quickened. Her hand clenched tighter.
Behind them, the others were watching. Quiet. Waiting.
Suzine and Gianna shared knowing smiles.
Emily smiled too—but her blush told another story. And perhaps… a touch of envy.
"W-what am I thinking?! I can't be jealous of my own daughter…" Emily thought, eyes flickering downward.
But her gaze rose again.
"Still… if only he looked at me that way too…"
And Emma? Oddly quiet. No scoff. No glares. Just… silent expectation?
Back to Olivia.
Dian leaned even closer. His breath warm against her cheek.
"You look… incredibly beautiful, even in these plain clothes, Olivia."
Thump. Thump.
Her heart skipped. Lips parted. No words came—just a trembling smile.
Her hand lowered. Her stance relaxed.
"T-thank y-you, Dian…" she whispered.
He heard her loud and clear.
"You look so cute like this," he chuckled softly.
Her whole body shivered at the sound.
Then Dian turned—toward Emma.
He frowned.
"Wait… is she sulking?" he thought, noticing the tiny puff on her cheek. "That's new. I expected her to glare at me after flirting with her sister…"
Emma wore a dark green gown, sharp against her long earthy-green hair and golden eyes. Her athletic frame was firm, shapely, powerful. Unlike the others—but just as alluring.
After drinking in their beauty, Dian stepped back, smiling widely.
"You all… how can you be this beautiful?" he said, full of awe.
His gaze touched each one, warm and lingering.
"If I keep looking, I might not be able to stop," he added with a chuckle.
Giggles followed. Even Emma smirked—though she faced away.
Suzine stepped forward, hands on her hips, eyes scanning him.
"You should look at yourself too, darling~," she said, sultry and teasing. "If any woman out there gets a proper look at you… they'll never let you go."
The others laughed, nodding.
Even in plain clothes, Dian's charm couldn't be hidden. His sharp jawline, high cheekbones, deep eyes, and crimson lips framed a face that commanded attention. And his body—tall, lean, broad-shouldered—stood a full six feet.
Dian laughed modestly. "Okay, okay." He turned to Jones and Lena. "Let's go."
Lena, flustered under his gaze, bowed. "Y-yes, young lord."
Moments later, the group of seven entered the humble carriage. Jones, dressed plainly as coachman, led the reins. Guards watched silently as the wheels began to roll.
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