Shaking his head, he returned the document to the butler.
“I know it’s an order from the Senate Council, but remove the prospects from the Aphrodite Clan at least. Why are their names in the list?”
“Understood, young master. I’ll be careful next time.”
Neo was about to reach his room when he noticed two people outside the door.
One had familiar blue hair, and the other was an unknown woman with green hair.
“You are here!”
The woman grabbed the wrist of the blue-haired man, Elijah, and dragged him toward Neo.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Signora Everly, 17th disciple of the Senator, Sir Nicolas Montague.”
She gave him a refreshing smile as she bowed and pulled Elijah down.
“This is my brother, Elijah, a Templar of the Temple of Wind. I’m sure you already know him. He was the one who handled your Senate Hearing.
“Sorry about what he did back then. Elijah has a tendency to act out of line.”
She stood up straight after apologizing to him.
Elijah looked away, irritated and embarrassed, but he didn’t say a word.
“Why are you two here?” Neo questioned.
“We were sent to supervise the meetings you will have with your marriage prospects.
“It’s to make sure you don’t reject them without a proper basis.”
Signora smiled awkwardly.
“Sorry about this, Neo. I know the Senate’s decision might be a bit too much. However, it’s for the greater good.”
“I don’t care about it.”
“…?”
“You can leave.”
Neo went past them and was about to enter his room when Signora called him.
“Umm, are you going to meet the marriage prospects later?” she asked, surprised by Neo’s lack of reaction.
Senators were the leaders of the continent.
Their disciples were naturally treated with high respect.
Even the presidents and prime ministers, and large organizations bowed their heads in front of Signora.
“I’m not going to meet anyone,” Neo spoke.
He turned to the butler.
“Reject the marriage prospects that’ve come today, Sir Sebastian.”
Before Neo could step into the room, an invisible hand of Divine Energy grabbed him.
“Now that is something we can’t allow. The Senate has ordered you to meet them today, and you will have to follow their orders,” Signora smiled.
“And I refuse the orders.”
“Please, think about your decisions twice, Neo. Or else, I’ll have to resort to force.”
Neo snorted.
He had no intention of taking a fiancée or a wife.
“Use the force,” he said. “Try it if you can.”
Signora continued to smile; however, the fury hidden behind her gaze was clear to Neo.
Neo was sensitive to bloodlust.
He could tell she wanted to kill him because of how he was acting.
However, she didn’t act.
Neo smirked.
“Why are you not using force?”
Signora turned her gaze to the butler.
“Sir Sebastian, please tell Neo to follow the orders of the Senate Council.”
“I apologize, young lady, but I can’t refuse the orders of young master.
“If he does not wish to meet the marriage prospects, then I will follow his command.”
Sebastian snapped his finger.
The invisible hand holding Neo shattered.
“You are disgusting, Sir Sebastian,” Signora said with a smile. “You are a taint on the name of Senators.
“Do you know how much we—how much everyone in the Senate Council—suffered when you decided to act like a butler for a dirty, small—”
“Young lady, please choose your next words carefully. I won’t tolerate any insult against master or young master.”
Signora kept her mouth shut and stared at Sebastian with a fake smile.
She turned around.
“Let’s go, Elijah. We can’t do anything if Sir Sebastian is helping him.”
After the two left, Neo shifted his gaze to the butler.
“Thanks.”
“I only did my duty as your butler, young master.”
Neo nodded.
He entered his room, took a shower, and called the butler again.
“Where are the marriage prospects?”
“I’ve sent them back.”
“Good.” Neo nodded. “What about Morrigan?”
“Miss Morrigan is in the dining hall.”
Neo didn’t need to ask to know what Morrigan was doing in the dining room.
He went to meet her.
There, the table was filled to the brim with different dishes.
The silver plates gleamed under the warm light of the chandelier.
Each plate was carefully arranged with vibrant, fragrant food.
A roast duck sat at the center, its skin golden and crispy.
The platter of grilled steaks with glistening juices and a hint of char stood next to bowls of mashed potatoes, creamy and smooth, garnished with sprigs of parsley.
A large dish of fresh fruits, cut into perfect slices, lay beside the main courses/
Their colors popped against the white porcelain.
Pillowy bread rolls, their crusts soft and warm, were stacked neatly on a silver tray, ready to be torn apart and dipped in rich butter.
There were bowls of soup as well, their steam rising in delicate swirls, with hints of herbs and spices that made the air fragrant.
In the corners of the table, delicacies like grilled seafood, stuffed mushrooms, and vibrant salads added variety to the feast.
Neo could see Morrigan devouring the mountain of food.
“Calm down. Nobody is going to steal your food.”
He sat next to her.
She ignored him.
Propping one hand on the table and supporting his chin, he turned to her.
“Why didn’t you go back to your Clan? I’m sure Sir Sebastian told all of the marriage prospects to go home.
“Don’t tell me you decided to stay here so that you could eat like the glutton—”
“Yes.”
She stopped him before he could continue teasing her.
“Low-ranked members like me aren’t allowed to enjoy luxuries like eating good food in the Clan.”
Neo closed his mouth.
Before he could say anything, Morrigan added,
“I knew I could eat anything if I came here.
“But the Clan didn’t let me leave without any reason. So when the news about the Clan selecting marriage prospects for you appeared, I applied as quickly as possible.”
Neo raised his brow.
“You want to marry—”
“No,” she said. “I came here for food and not you.”
Neo didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
After three months of being teammates, Morrigan had opened herself to everyone.
Especially Neo.
She didn’t hesitate to treat him like a food truck.
Neo shook his head and raised his hand to eat something.
He was starting to feel hungry while looking at Morrigan eating everything happily.
However, before he could touch anything, Morrigan slapped his hand away.
She stopped eating and gave him a cold stare.
“It’s mine.”
He was exasperated.
‘War Empress my foot.’
‘She is the Queen of Gluttony.’