Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 397

Altair moved through the crowd surrounded by bodyguards, his eyes darting warily at everything around him. He wouldn’t let anyone touch him, keeping rigidly to the safe center of his entourage.

Backstage was busy and chaotic, with large props scattered everywhere. Kids buzzed about, some with faces painted in flamboyant colors, others dressed in bright, sparkling costumes. Altair looked like a stray kitten dropped into rush-hour traffic—every muscle in his small body tense, wide eyes full of fear.

Suddenly, a clear voice cut through the noise. “Altair!” Daph’s shout rang out, strong and unmistakable.

He searched for her in the sea of faces and, spotting Daph alongside Selene, his dark eyes lit up as if someone had flipped a switch inside him.

He broke into a sprint, weaving through the bodies toward them. Daph hurried to meet him, leaping forward and scooping him up in a hug, swinging him high above the ground.

Altair soared for a moment, looking down at Daph’s radiant, laughing face, and a genuine smile broke across his own. After a quick spin, Daph set him carefully back on his feet—she knew too many turns would leave him dizzy.

“Altair! I’m so happy you’re here. Did you come to see my show?” Daph beamed at him.

Altair nodded solemnly, his face serious in concentration. He reached out, brushing his fingers over the pink fringe of Daph’s costume, his smile full of wonder—a silent compliment on how beautiful she looked in her performance outfit.

Selene stepped forward and offered her hand. “Let’s go outside and wait together for Daph’s performance, okay?”

Altair’s eyes sparkled, catching the overhead lights like a thousand tiny stars. He took Selene’s hand, letting her lead him out to the audience seating.

Monica’s mother, Claudia, spotted Selene approaching with a little boy in tow. She hesitated, then asked, “Who is this?”

For a moment, she thought Selene might have brought Dames along.

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