"Hahaha, Tony thinks he's got something going for him and went ahead to propose to Mary."
"Let the fool take his shot at least."
"Bloody hell, it's that woman's loss for turning me down."
The loud inn near the edge of the northern region of the world of the goddess Tessia buzzed with noise as mercenaries and adventurers alike laughed and drank heavily.
However, the moment three figures entered, clad in black Northern cloaks and thick scarves that gave off a noble aura, snow and icy wind trailing in behind them, silence fell across the room.
One had white blonde hair and dazzling golden eyes, his face capable of brightening anyone's day, godlike rather than merely prince-like.
Behind him were two equally stunning women: one with blonde hair and pale eyes who looked like she had stepped straight out of a man's fantasy, and another with red hair and emerald eyes, the kind of face that would keep anyone awake all night.
