Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 233: Virelle’s Dark Thoughts

Third Person's POV

Her heartbeat quickened and her thoughts grew increasingly erratic as she bit her lip under her veil.

He is just so… perfect.

She had seen powerful men before. She had met nobles, and warriors, powerful and all kinds of good-looking men.

Yet none of them held a candle to her Brother Ethan.

But they were either brutish, egotistical, or worse power-hungry fools who thought strength alone commanded respect.

Ethan was different.

He was everything she had ever desired but never dared to hope for.

A protector, a companion, and a presence that both soothed and excited her.

Without realizing it, Virelle's fingers curled into tight fists.

Her chest tightened as the vague dark thought residing in her mind for so long finally grew well-defined.

He is mine.

Her glowing red eyes flickered dangerously, and her breathing grew shallow as the thought repeated itself and sank its claws into the depths of her heart.

Only mine.

A shiver ran down her spine and her lips curled into the faintest, almost unnoticeable smile.

Hehe… No one can take him from me.

If they try… I will tear them apart.

It was no small exaggeration to say that Virelle's young heart was treading down a path from which there would be no return.

The seed of obsession had already taken root, and it was only a matter of time before it fully bloomed into something far more dangerous.

Ethan remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing within Virelle's mind.

And how could he possibly fathom the depths of her thoughts?

To him, he had done nothing extraordinary and just behaved as he always did.

He had no inkling that simply being different from the arrogant, high-handed noble youths had earned him admiration and intense attraction from the women around him.

His charisma, his natural leadership, his patience—these were traits he had honed through hardships in his previous life.

They were second nature to him now and were woven seamlessly into his very being.

Yet, he failed to realize how rare they were in this world.

What he viewed as normal was anything but. And by the time he would come to understand the impact of his presence, it would be too late.

But that was a matter for the future.

As the trio walked on, the dark elf's sharp gaze lingered on Ethan's departing figure.

A flicker of realization crossed her face as if she had suddenly remembered something of importance.

Without hesitation, she hastened her steps and followed after them.

Meanwhile, Little Velcy who was no longer as little as before was lost in her own world.

Unlike Virelle, she was not overly concerned with Ethan's looks or the admiring stares he received.

For her, the only thing that mattered was the warmth of his hand clasping hers.

The steady and comforting touch that always reminded her that he was there, beside her, where he belonged.

They exited the pub which had quickly returned to its usual raucous state, filled with the clamor of conversations, laughter, and drunken boasting.

Soon, they exited the bustling guild hall and stepped into the dimly lit streets beyond.

Behind them, the guild hall still shone with an amber light in the serene evening.

But just as they made their way toward the city's lit streets, a sudden, urgent shout rang out, halting their steps.

"Wait!!"

A second voice followed and it was filled with even greater effort.

"Please wait, Young Master Eryndor!"

The trio halted in their tracks and turned to see the dark elf receptionist dashing toward them with her breath coming in hurried pants.

Ethan, now more at ease, had already stowed away his dark saber into his bracelet.

He wasn't the type to foolishly and arrogantly flaunt his weapon in public, especially when there was no need for unnecessary attention.

The girls were still clinging to his hands and watched as the elf finally reached them.

Despite her panting state, she wasted no time in getting straight to the point.

Her ample and full chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, but she paid no mind to it and her focus was entirely on Ethan as she spoke between gasps.

"You… You still haven't registered your team! Did you forget, young master?

I did mention that you could do so after all of you officially became adventurers."

Ethan blinked as an enlightened look crossed his face.

Oh. Yeah. I completely forgot about that.

A bit of sheepishness flickered in his eyes as he nodded.

"Ah, you are right. I forgot. Thanks for reminding me, Amm..."

Mid-sentence, he realized he didn't even know her name.

The dark elf noticed his hesitation and smiled warmly. Her tone was poilte and cheerful as she provided the missing piece.

"It's Aurae. I am Aurae, Young Master."

Ethan returned her smile and gave a polite nod.

"Aurae, huh? That's a nice name."

She seemed pleased by the compliment though she remained professional as he extended his hand in gratitude.

"Well then, it will be our pleasure, Miss Aurae."

His voice was smooth and carried a natural charm that made the elf's lips twitch upward.

"So, what protocols do we have to follow for this?

Taking her cue, the dark elf Aurae hesitated for just a fraction of a second before grasping his hand in return.

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The warmth of his palm was unexpected like a peculiar mix of smooth yet rough textures.

It formed a contradiction that sent a strange sensation through her.

Her eyes widened slightly as a thought took root in her mind.

His hands… they feel so cold yet instead of the freezing cold, I feel a warm sensation couring through my nerves.

Ethan's hand was smooth yet calloused at the same time and such a contrast was very confusing to her.

For a moment, Aurae seemed to lose herself and her gaze lingered on their intertwined hands as if trying to decipher the mystery they held.

Virelle's red eyes narrowed just slightly at the scene before her.