The sound of water droplets echoed faintly through the opulent 10th-floor apartment as Alex stepped out of his private bathroom, a towel draped casually around his neck.
His skin steamed faintly, his silver hair damp and tousled, framing his face with accidental perfection. The warm lights of the room reflected gently off the polished marble floors.
He stretched his arms above his head, letting out a long sigh.
"Ahhh, yeah... I feel very refreshed."
As he reached for his EtherPad on the nearby table, he called out, "Zara, what’s the time?"
The gentle voice of his AI assistant echoed through the room.
{It is currently 10:07 PM, April 24th.}
Alex paused mid-motion, blinking.
"It’s already night, huh?"
But then, something clicked in his mind.
"...Wait—what did you say the date was?"
{April 24th.}
Alex froze.
"...Crap!" he shouted, gripping his head in panic. "How the hell did I forget that?!"
He spun in place, panic flashing across his face. "I haven’t even prepared anything! I’m doomed. I’m going to die—for real this time."
Just then, a calm, slightly smug voice echoed in his mind.
[What happened, host? Don’t you wanna train?]
Alex glared at the ceiling, mentally responding, ’This is more important than training, you damn system! My life is on the line here!’
With hurried hands, he grabbed his EtherPad, already halfway through opening his contacts when Zara’s voice interrupted again.
{Alex, your friends are outside. Do you want me to grant them entry?}
He paused.
"It’s ten at night—why the hell would they come now?"
He rubbed his forehead, sighing in defeat. "As if I’m not screwed enough already."
"...Grant them entry after 10 minutes, Zara."
---
Meanwhile, outside Alex’s apartment...
Charlotte Evans Avaloria stood in front of the large, wall-like door, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. She had rushed here the moment she felt that cosmic tremor earlier—but now, standing here, doubts flickered in her mind.
Just as she reached toward the intercom, the elevator behind her hissed open.
She turned, just as a short but sturdy figure bolted out, wearing a hoodie, pants, and boots too fancy to not be enchanted.
It was Draven Storm Everforge, prince of the dwarves.
His face twisted in panic as he ran forward—until he saw Charlotte.
He slowed, blinking.
"What are you doing here?"
Charlotte blinked innocently, pretending to examine the silver wall in front of them.
"What do you think? This door is absolutely gorgeous. I came here to admire it. You too, right?"
Draven’s mouth twitched. "...Can’t you just answer normally?"
Charlotte gave him a smirk. "Why would you think I came here?"
"To meet him," Draven said flatly.
"Exactly. So why are you asking dumb questions?"
"...Okay, I give up. You win."
Charlotte grinned in victory.
Draven walked beside her, arms crossed. "For what reason did you come he—"
The elevator behind them hissed open once again.
Both turned to see a girl with mesmerizing blue hair stepping out.
Seraphina Starlight.
She wore a casual dark violet jacket over a sleek black crop top, paired with high-waisted star-patterned pants and boots. Her blue hair was tied loosely behind her, with small glowing pins that looked like falling stars.
She blinked as she saw the two standing near the door. "What are you two doing standing in front of the door?"
Charlotte and Draven glanced at each other, then simultaneously looked at Seraphina.
"Admiring the door. Wanna join?" they said in unison.
Seraphina’s mouth twitched. "Sorry, I avoid doing things that useless and crazy people often enjoy doing."
This time, both Draven and Charlotte’s mouths twitched.
Seraphina smirked victoriously.
Just as Charlotte was about to retort—"Who are you calling craz—"—the elevator chimed again.
This time, it was Alden and Ava.
Alden wore a dark-blue shirt with silver trims, sleeves rolled up, and loose black slacks. Ava had on a pastel-pink cardigan over a white dress with floral accents, and soft flat shoes.
They were talking, smiling—holding hands, too focused on each other to notice the growing audience ahead.
Seraphina tilted her head with a smirk. "I can’t believe Alden is holding hands with a girl and smiling like a fool."
Charlotte folded her arms. "I couldn’t agree more. Before this, he just flirted with every girl he saw—usually to pick a fight with angry boyfriends."
Draven blinked. "Seriously? Alden was like that?"
Both girls nodded with mischievous smiles.
Suddenly, Alden and Ava noticed the trio ahead of them. They dropped each other’s hands faster than lightning.
Alden looked away immediately while Ava’s face flushed a brilliant crimson.
Trying to deflect, Alden cleared his throat and asked, "W-What are you guys doing here at night?"
Charlotte, who had long forgotten the reason she came, grinned devilishly.
"What we should be asking is—what you two were doing together at night."
Her eyes narrowed. "Were you two alone at Alden’s apartment?"
Alden’s eye twitched.
"What were you two doing here alone, huh?" Charlotte asked.
All three of them—Charlotte, Draven, and Seraphina—smirked like they’d just caught culprits red-handed.
Ava, looking overwhelmed, simply lowered her head, her blush growing stronger.
"That’s enough, you bastards!" Alden snapped. "We just went shopping because she wanted to thank Alex for something!"
Charlotte clicked her tongue. "So nothing happened?"
"Of course nothing happened!" Alden yelled.
Seraphina stepped forward and hugged Ava protectively. "Don’t worry, dear. These bad guys won’t trouble you anymore. I’m here now."
"You’re one of them!" Alden shouted, glaring. "Stop acting like you’re the good girl!"
A vein throbbed visibly on Seraphina’s forehead.
Seraphina’s fingers moved subtly, her lips murmuring an incantation under her breath.
A soft shimmer of magic pulsed in the air.
Alden’s mouth snapped shut—his expression turning to pure outrage as he tried to speak... but no words came out.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
Draven watched nervously, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple.
’Alex was right... It’s never a good idea to provoke Seraphina.’
Breaking the hug with Ava, Seraphina tilted her head and looked toward Charlotte and Draven. Her voice was calm, but edged with suspicion.
"So... for what purpose did you two come here?"
Charlotte blinked.
Then froze.
Draven’s eyes widened too.
’Oh right! That’s why we rushed up here in the first place!’
Both of them broke into a flurry of motion, stumbling toward the intercom.
Just as Charlotte was about to press the button—
{Permission granted.}
The massive wall-like door slid open with a gentle whoosh.
The five of them stepped into the apartment.
The hallway was sleek and polished, lights dimmed with elegant golden hues.
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