“Why do you always have to poke the bear?” Anna asked, her exasperation clear. Her sister had given her the mission to keep Klaus out of unnecessary trouble, but the night hadn’t even started, and she could already feel a headache coming on.
“Because it’s fun,” Klaus replied with a wide grin. “Besides, he needs a reminder of who he’s dealing with. Plus, Miguel is a big guy, although it looks like I hate him, he is kind of a friend”
Lily sighed, shaking her head. “Just try to keep it civil, okay? We don’t need another scene.”
“You two shouldn’t leave his side,” Daniel said, dragging Klaus’s male friends away. “We’re going to mingle and see if we can get lucky tonight.” Without even looking back at Klaus, they all left trying their best to win some before the night was over. Klaus couldn’t be the only one surrounded by ladies, they needed some too.
Klaus found himself alone with the two fairies, who were now tasked with de-escalating any mischief he might try to stir up.
“Tsk, traitors! But hey, I get to keep two fairies with me,” Klaus said, placing a hand on the shoulders of Lily and Anna. The two ladies blushed slightly, making Hanna raise an eyebrow in curiosity.
“Oh, big sister, you can join in if you want! Here, come in for a hug—let’s make this a foursome!” Klaus said, flashing a mischievous grin.
Hanna smirked but opted for a drink instead of indulging her younger brother’s shameless antics. Their mom had already warned her not to fall for Klaus’s charm, but unfortunately, Lily and Anna were too naive to know better.
As Klaus leaned back, enjoying the moment, he couldn’t help but think that the night was only just beginning. With the fairies at his side and trouble brewing on the horizon, he felt a rush of excitement.
At one side of the gathering, which looked like a mini version of the Felin youth ball, a group of youngsters continued to quietly observe Klaus. Both male and female eyes were fixed on him, though for different reasons.
“Look at him, using his fame to deceive those ladies,” one of the young men muttered, his voice dripping with bitterness. The look on his face said it all—he was jealous, plain and simple.
A female companion beside him raised an eyebrow. “Deceive? Or maybe they just like him?” she teased, smirking slightly, enjoying how much it bothered him.
The young man scoffed. “Please, he’s nothing special. Just a flashy show-off. I bet without his fame, they wouldn’t even glance his way.”
But his clenched fists and narrowed eyes told a different story. Watching Klaus surrounded by two blushing fairies seemed to be pushing his buttons in all the wrong ways. The other youngsters exchanged glances, sensing the underlying jealousy in his tone.
Miguel who was watching was also looking at Klaus with angry looks. Seeing Klaus get that close with Anna made him want to rush over there and Kill him. But he wouldn’t or more like he couldn’t and deep down, he knew that.
On another side far from the gathering, Aoi looks at Klaus who is laughing and feeding grapes to the Blushing Lily and Anna.
“He doesn’t look like someone who’s ranking on the Union Chart,” the young woman said, clearly intrigued by how carefree Klaus seemed.
“He sure has a free spirit,” another added, her tone curious. “I wonder if he realizes the calamity he’s called upon himself by publicly disrespecting the Dark Order.”
Standing beside Aoi were her two older sisters, each resembling her but with a more mature air. One of them, her expression stern, nodded. “He may be bold now, but crossing the Dark Order… that’s a death sentence in itself.”
Aoi glanced back at Klaus, who was laughing with Lily and Anna as if the world wasn’t full of dangers waiting for him. “He doesn’t seem like someone who’s concerned about his own survival,” she mused.
The eldest sister smirked slightly. “Or maybe he’s just good at hiding it. People like him always pay for their recklessness sooner or later.”
Aoi’s gaze lingered on Klaus, wondering if he truly understood the consequences of his actions—or if he was just fearless, tempting fate with every move he made. Klaus’s disrespect toward the dark order was something that made even the strongest raise an eyebrow. Some called him bold while others called him foolish. But in reality, Klaus doesn’t care even in the slightest.
“Do you think Taro will create a scene today?” one of the ladies asked, her tone low but curious. “He seems to have some hidden animosity toward Klaus, especially after it came out that the Queen of Vine is dating him.”
The mention of Taro, their younger brother, caught Aoi’s attention. Taro, the last-born of the Hiroshi Great Family, was just as much a skilled swordsman as the rest of them. But his pride always gets the best of him. He is a menace to youngsters and they seem concerned.
The eldest sister sighed, crossing her arms. “Taro’s never been good at hiding his jealousy. Especially when the Queen of Vine is concerned.”
“Honestly, I’m surprised he’s kept quiet this long,” the other sister added. “It’s obvious he’s been simmering ever since the rumors about Klaus and Lucy started circulating. Klaus has that effect on people, and for him to take the girl he has his eyes on, I am impressed even”
Aoi glanced across the gathering, her eyes searching for their brother. “Taro won’t let this go easily,” she said, her voice filled with concern. “If he’s planning something, it might get ugly.”
The eldest sister nodded. “We’ll have to keep an eye on him. The last thing we need is a public spectacle, especially with Klaus being… Klaus.”
“Well,” the other sister smirked, “if anyone’s going to stir up trouble tonight, it’ll be Taro. And Klaus isn’t someone to take arrogance from his peers lying down. You saw what he did to a whole Legacies.”
Aoi’s gaze flickered between her sisters and the carefree Klaus, feeling a sense of unease settle over the gathering. Tonight might not end quietly after all.
Just as they had predicted, in an elegant room within the estate, a young man sat on a plush bed, his eyes flickering in and out of focus. Kneeling between his legs was a young woman, her head moving rhythmically, clearly, she was the source of the man’s strange expressions.
A while later, when she finished, she stood up with a satisfied smile. The young man remained on the bed, a grin plastered on his face. Moments after she left, another figure entered the room without bothering to knock. The newcomer smiled upon seeing the young man basking in the afterglow.
“Young Master, did you enjoy my gift?” Han asked, his tone smug.
“Indeed, she was the best one yet. Good work, Han,” the young man on the bed replied. “But tell me, why are you here?”
“Klaus Hanson is in the estate,” Han said casually. The moment those words left his lips, the young man jumped off the bed in excitement—though, being stark naked wasn’t exactly the best time for such enthusiasm, especially if you’re a guy.
“Really?” he asked, eyes wide.
“Yes,” Han confirmed with a smile.
The young man’s grin twisted into something darker, more sinister. “Perfect.” Without wasting another second, he slipped into the bathroom, and after a short while, he emerged, fully dressed and ready for action.
“Klaus Hanson,” he muttered coldly, his voice dripping with resentment. “You stole my girlfriend. Today, I’ll see whether you really have what it takes to steal what belongs to Taro Hiroshi.”
His words hung in the air, sharp with the promise of violence, making Han’s smile widen.
“Are we going to make a scene, Young Master?” Han asked a glint of excitement in his eyes.
Taro’s gaze hardened. “We’ll see. One way or another, Klaus will regret ever crossing me.”
With that, he strode out of the room and headed toward the gathering area. Nobody knows whats brewing inside his head, but one thing is certain, the night is bound to be more than just a dinner.