Primordial Soul's Rebirth

Luna knew that Alex came out of the ballroom because of something and not just to get some air, and just like she had thought, Alex didn't just come out on a whim.

Alex wanted the plot to progress; he wanted the protagonist to slap some young masters and offend some noble families, as that would only help Alex.

His presence was stalling the process as he was the demon lord, and as he had predicted, things started to get tense the moment Alex left the hall.

"The youngest child of Fyzenar's royal line has descended to such depths that he now finds his nights in the company of his household maids."

A voice was heard as a guy could be seen walking toward the protagonist Alex had just seen.

The guy had dirt blonde hair and ember-colored eyes, his body standing tall and slender.

He was wearing fancy, navy blue-colored three-piece coat pants, his hair combed backward, giving him a refined look.

"How low has the Fyzenar's fallen..."

The guy shook his head with a sad look on his face, but his eyes had a mocking gleam that couldn't be hidden from the protagonist and his group.

"What did you say?"

The protagonist, who's known as the waste of the Fyzenar family, Lokiath Fyzenar, questioned with a raised tone as he frowned.

It was true that he didn't love the woman who was standing with him and that he was still lost in his thoughts about Luna, but that didn't mean that he was going to take an insult without a frown.

"Did I say something wrong?"

The blonde guy, however, just questioned back as he threw a contemptuous look at the woman standing next to the Lokiath.

His words caused the woman to lower her head in resignation and sorrow.

She had black-colored hair and caramel-colored eyes; a beauty in her own right, as her body was as curvy as one could make, and she was a mature woman at the age of 33 years.

But that only made things worse as she was the one who had taken care of him since his birth, making her the same as a mother to him, but who would've thought that she would end up doing something like this with him?

It was just some days ago when her young master suddenly barged into her room and asked her to have sex with him.

She was flabbergasted at that demand, and she tried to reject him as politely as she could; after all, she had only seen him as a child.

But her body didn't even listen to her; all she could do was moan in pleasure as she was pounded by a boy whom she looked at like her own son for the whole night.

He only left her room after the sun rose and the sunlight brightened their room.

After that, he never came to her again, but she, Rosaline Stark, couldn't get it out of her mind; she would cry alone in her room and blame herself for everything.

She was the head maid of the Fyzenar family, and she was strong, as she was an epic 1-ranker. She wouldn't cry alone at night because of physical harm.

She was a strong woman, but even she couldn't stop her tears after realizing that she had been used and thrown away.

But then one day, her young master, who used to be depressed and discontent, came to her again, asking for her to reveal their relationship to everyone.

Just like before, she was again dumbfounded, but by the time she came back to her senses, she was already accepted by the mistress and the master of the house, and she was being pounded from the behind by her young master on the same bed where she used to take care of him.

So, when she heard the taunt from the youngest son of the Noxviel royal family, all she could do was lower her head, much more so when she didn't hear a single word of protest from the person who brought her here.

"You should watch your tongue, Maurice. Matters of our family are not yours to discuss."

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The one who spoke wasn't Lokiath, but a girl with features almost matching his while wearing an A-cut gown.

She was Elenia Fyzenar, the oldest daughter of the Fyzenar royal family.

She could see that her brother was tongue-tied by Maurice Noxviel, so she came to his rescue; she couldn't see her brother being at a disadvantage after all.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

She cared deeply for her brother.

The others who saw things getting heated stepped aside as this involved two royal families, none weaker than the other.

Yes, they were on the ground floor, but they weren't the kings or queens, so it was not unreasonable, and not like they objected.

"I am merely illuminating the disgrace your brother has cast upon the name of every royal family in the empire.

They all have the right to be informed, don't you think?"

Maurice, however, just shook his head with a sad smile as he turned around, his eyes pausing on some selected people as he nodded to them.

They were the scions of other royal families.

*Grit*

Lokiath, who saw this just gritted his teeth.

He was just a playboy in his past life and hadn't even learned everything about this world yet, so how could he deal with this kind of political situation?

But he could still tell that Maurice was trying to turn the public into his ally.

It was as clear as day, and it was all because of the maid he had slept with.

'Fuck you, system! If not for you, I wouldn't even have looked at this bitch!'

He cursed at the system he had, blaming it for everything that was happening; it was the system that gave him a quest to bring Rosaline along to the ballroom, and it was the one that gave him a quest to reveal everything about Rosaline to his parents.

{If the host curses the system again, the system will not help the host turn the situation to your advantage.}

A mechanical voice rang in Lokiath's head, causing his eyes to widen, only to return to normal the next second.

'I can still salvage the situation?'

His tone had now turned much sifter as he questioned the system, his tone filled with hope.

He was just a playboy in his past life, but that didn't mean he didn't hate the feeling of losing; he abhorred that feeling.

That was why he had fucked many wives behind their husbands' backs in his past life; it gave him a sense of accomplishment.

{Yes, but you will have to follow what I say...}

The system that heard the tone in Lokiath's voice started explaining what he had to do, and as it went on, Lokiath's excitement grew.

"Maurice Noxviel, if you dare—"

Lokiath hurriedly jumped into action as soon as the system was done with its words, but before he could, his eyes caught sight of someone, and his words paused.

It was not just him; the whole ballroom turned still.

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