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Nikolai, desperate to escape his life of debt and mediocrity, took a strange job. He liked the high pay, but his boss was a vampire who wanted to drink his blood. The same night, his jealous childhood friend revealed she was a werewolf and bit his neck, revealing her identity as a werewolf. These two events changed his life forever. He wasn't human but a hybrid, born from a werewolf father and vampire mother. The two women's bites undid the seal on his bloodline, placed on him to save his life using a mysterious ceremony, as if it were destiny. Awakened, he entered the supernatural world to learn what it meant to be a monster. With the power of a vampire and the endurance of a werewolf, he followed in his father's footsteps, determined to become the strongest. All while fighting against an organisation determined to destroy everything he loves. ----------------------------- Moonlight Alliance Council Structure Head of Alliance: Viktor Volkov (Volkov Clan) • Powers: Celestial Strength (Transform celestial aura into pure physical power, 4-5 times normal strength without training). • Appearance: Silver hair, sharp features, and piercing golden eyes that reflect his immense power. His aura exudes authority and strength, making him an intimidating presence. — Council Seats: 1st Seat Ivan Volkov (Volkov Clan) • Powers: Celestial Strength (Same as Head). • Notes: The most influential and revered family in the alliance. • Appearance: Silver hair, silver eyes, and a tall, muscular build. Ivan emanates the same commanding aura as Viktor, though he has a colder, more calculated demeanour. — 2nd Seat Dimitri Fenrir(Fenrir Clan) / Nagisa Okami(Okami Clan)(Joint Seat) • Powers: Enhanced speed and dynamic vision. Ability to temporarily surpass even the Volkov through short bursts of explosive power. • Okami Clan Powers: Blood Art Illusions (Creates intricate, hypnotic illusions affecting small groups). • Appearance: • Dimitri: Short greyish-white hair, wolfish-yellow eyes, and a large, muscular build. His size and presence make him an intimidating figure, even among werewolves. • Nagisa: Long, silky black hair, golden/violet eyes with a hypnotic gleam, and a delicate frame that belies her deadly precision in illusions. (Her eyes shine violet when using her illusion skill.) — 3rd Seat Alaric Drago(Drago Clan) • Powers: Draconic Resilience. The Drago clan's celestial aura manifests as impenetrable skin, granting immense durability and resistance to both physical and magical attacks. • Notes: Trade strength and speed for unmatched defence. • Appearance: Shaved head, bronze skin, and dark brown eyes that seem to glow faintly when his resilience is activated. Alaric has a stocky, powerful build. — 4th Seat Turim Etin(Etin Clan) • Powers: Barrier Creation. Can generate defensive shields around themselves or allies; effectiveness depends on the user's talent. • Notes: Weaker in raw physical power but highly valued for defence • Appearance: Short, wiry frame with short grey hair and pale green eyes. Turim's calm demeanour contrasts with the defensive strength of his abilities. — 5th Seat Seraphina Volkova(Volkova Clan) • Powers: Lunar Healing. Can use their celestial aura to heal wounds, either on themselves or others. Healing is proportional to their energy reserves. • Notes: The Volkova clan is a branch family of the Volkov, loyal and influential. • Appearance: Flowing silver hair, soft blue eyes, and a serene, nurturing expression. Seraphina's presence is calming and radiant, reflecting her healing abilities. — 6th Seat Kazan Orlov(Orlov Clan) • Powers: Wind Manipulation. The Orlov clan can harness the wind, creating gusts strong enough to disorient or knock back enemies. Enhanced agility accompanies this power. • Notes: A strategic clan valued for versatility in combat. • Appearance: Short, windswept blond hair, green eyes that seem to glimmer with mischief, and a lithe, acrobatic build. Kazan's movements are fluid and quick. — 7th Seat Mikhail Zorya(Zorya Clan) • Powers: Starfire. Zorya werewolves channel celestial energy into searing bursts of flame, powerful for both offence and intimidation. • Notes: Their flames drain energy rapidly, so it's used sparingly. • Appearance: Fiery red hair, amber eyes with faint streaks of gold, and a tall, imposing frame. Mikhail's fiery nature is reflected in his intense gaze and confident posture. — 8th Seat Tatiana Karpov(Karpov Clan) • Powers: Beast Bond. Members can summon and control lesser beasts as familiars, using their celestial energy to dominate the wills of animals. • Notes: Exceptional for reconnaissance and subterfuge. • Appearance: Curly auburn hair, hazel eyes, and a petite but agile frame. Tatiana's appearance has a natural, wild beauty that reflects her connection with animals. — 9th Seat Lev Markov(Markov Clan) • Powers: Shadow Cloak. It can blend into shadows, becoming nearly invisible and immune to most non-physical attacks while cloaked. • Notes: Relies heavily on stealth; weaker in head-to-head combat. • Appearance: Jet-black hair that fades into grey at the tips, dark grey eyes, and a slender build. Lev's quiet and brooding demeanour matches his stealthy abilities. — 10th Seat Irina Zharkov(Zharkov Clan) • Powers: Ice Manipulation. The Zharkov family wields frost-based abilities, creating ice barriers, spikes, or freezing enemies. • Notes: Their power depends heavily on the environment and drains energy quickly. • Appearance: Frost-white hair, pale blue eyes, and porcelain skin that seems almost translucent. Irina's icy beauty is matched by her cold and calculating personality. — 11th Seat Nikolai Petrov(Petrov Clan) • Powers: Sound Manipulation. The Petrov clan can create sonic waves to disorient or incapacitate enemies. • Notes: Limited offensive capability but highly effective for crowd control. • Appearance: Silver hair down to his shoulders, striking blue eyes, and a lean, wiry build. Nikolai's voice carries a commanding resonance befitting his sonic abilities. — 12th Seat Vasili Morozov(Morozov Clan) Powers: Enhanced Senses. The Morozov clan possesses extreme sensory abilities, allowing them to detect threats or track enemies over vast distances. Notes: Physically weak but indispensable for scouting and intelligence. • Appearance: Sandy-blond hair, light brown eyes flecked with gold, and a slightly hunched posture from constantly surveying his surroundings. Vasili's alertness gives him an intense, almost paranoid aura. — Key Notes on the Council • Volkov Dominance: The Volkov clan is unparalleled in raw strength and maintains dominance in both influence and power. • Fenrir Alliance: The Fenrir's close bond with the Volkov through marriage ensures harmony, though they remain independent in decision-making. • Branch Families: Families like the Volkova are offshoots of the dominant clans, keeping some prestige but clearly subordinate. • Strategic Specialisations: Lower-seated clans trade raw power for unique abilities, making them invaluable in specialised roles. ... Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance, the sky a bruised palette of dark greys and blacks. Sheets of relentless rain battered the cobblestone streets, creating a solemn melody of hissing and splashing that echoed through the narrow alleyways. Hidden from the eyes of the city, a shadowy arena stood at the heart of the darkness, illuminated only by the flickering glow of gas lamps. 'How can he be so strong!?' Nikolai's breath came in short, sharp bursts as he faced the squire across the slick, blood-streaked ground. His body ached with a dozen wounds, each movement a fresh agony. The relentless rain soaked through his clothes, chilling him to the bone and mingling with the blood that flowed down his skin. "Haa.... Haa... It hurts to breathe, fuck... this damn setup." Today seemed like his life might change for the better, given a chance to work for the most affluent company in his city despite his lacking talent and qualifications. However, instead, he met an arrogant and uncaring vampire princess, Selene. 'Did it all start from there?' Earlier that day—a chance encounter that had turned his world upside down. She was strikingly beautiful, with an icy demeanour that matched the cold arrogance in her eyes. Nikolai had made the mistake of insulting her, a reckless move born from frustration and ignorance. In a fit of spite, she accepted him as her employee, then attempted to turn him into a dhampir, her venomous bite meant to be a curse rather than a gift. 'She promised I would become stronger, to fight her battles like a dog. The damned arrogant little witch.' Now, he found himself thrust into a fight he never wanted, pitted against the squire of one of Selene's suitors. Her suitor had insisted on a bond between their families through marriage, and as was customary, their squires would fight until one side submitted or died. The stakes were high—not just for his life but for his father's as well. The money he would earn from this brutal contest was the only hope for a heart transplant for his ailing father. The dhampir, a sinister figure with eyes that glowed a sinister red, sneered at him. "Ready to die, human dog?" A low growl escaped Nikolai's throat, surprising even himself. He shook his head, trying to clear the fog of rage and desperation that clouded his mind. He had to win this fight; his father's life depended on it. Meanwhile, the pendant around his neck, a gift from his late mother, pulsed faintly with an eerie glow, a constant but enigmatic presence. "I am no dog, you arrogant prick!" The dhampir lunged with a mocking smile, and Nikolai raised his arm to block the strike. Pain seared through his limb as the blood-forged rapier sliced into his flesh. He staggered back, his vision blurring with the intensity of his pain and the relentless downpour. Despair clawed at the edges of his mind, threatening to pull him under. He glanced up at the stands, where Selene watched with a detached interest, her crimson eyes flickering with something akin to amusement. She had set this in motion, her cruelty a catalyst for his current predicament. Yet the moment he turned away, a look of concern flashed across her arrogant face, unseen and forgotten in the heavy rain that drowned out the spectator's voices. "Your kind doesn't belong here," the dhampir taunted, circling Nikolai like a predator. "You're nothing but a pawn in a game you don't understand. Even with the princess's blood, you failed to evolve!" Nikolai's grip tightened around the pendant, its warmth a slight comfort in the face of overwhelming odds. He had no choice but to fight through the pain and survive. For his father, for the future he had promised him. The dhampir lunged again, his blade a blur in the dim light. Nikolai tried to dodge, but his injuries slowed him down. The rapier sliced across his chest, drawing a fresh line of blood. Nikolai felt strange, unable to focus or control his movements. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath, the world spinning around him. "Haa.....Ha.... No..." A memory surfaced, unbidden. His mother's voice was soft and comforting as she placed the pendant around his neck. "This will protect you, my son. Remember, you are strong! No matter what anyone says, and mother... Mother will always be with you!" With a roar, Nikolai felt something deep within him stir. A primal, feral instinct surged to the surface, drowning out the pain with a raw, untamed power. His heart pounded against his ribs, each beat echoing the roar of the storm above. It was like the rain feared his bellowing roar as it momentarily stopped, the dark sky trembling with grey clouds before his long roar ended. Pain seared through his arm again, but this time, it was different. It was a transformation, bones cracking and reshaping as his hand morphed into a massive, clawed appendage. The transformation was swift and brutal, razor-sharp claws extending from his fingers. He stared in shock and awe at his new limb, a terrifying yet powerful manifestation of his hidden lineage. The dhampir hesitated, eyes widening in disbelief. "What are you?" Nikolai didn't have an answer. All he knew was the overwhelming urge to fight, to survive, to kill! He launched himself at the squire with no finesse or skill, pure speed and power, with his newly formed claw slashing through the air with deadly precision. The dhampir's rapier was no match for the raw, feral power that now coursed through Nikolai. Each clash of their weapons sent shockwaves through his body, but instead of weakening, he felt stronger, more alive. His senses sharpened, the world around him coming into startling clarity. He could hear the dhampir's heartbeat and smell the metallic tang of blood in the air. Drawing on his newfound power, he dodged the next attack effortlessly and countered with a ferocious swipe of his claw. The dhampir staggered back, a look of shock and fear replacing his earlier arrogance. Nikolai pressed his advantage, his movements a blur of speed and savagery. With a final, powerful strike, he drove his claw into the dhampir's chest, feeling the life drain from his foe as he collapsed to the ground. As the dhampir fell, lifeless, to the ground, a strange sensation washed over Nikolai. A surge of energy coursed through his veins, making his muscles tense and his senses heighten. He glanced down at the pendant around his neck, its glow intensifying momentarily. A strange window appeared in his vision before a voice whispered inside his mind, displaying his attributes: Strength: 12 (+1)Agility: 11 (+1) The numbers meant little to him, but the power he felt was undeniable. He had absorbed something from his fallen foe, a gift—or perhaps a curse—bestowed by his mysterious lineage. Nikolai looked at his clawed hand, the reality of his transformation sinking in. He was not merely human; he was something else, something far more dangerous. The pendant's glow faded, but the questions it raised burned brighter than ever. Who was he truly, and what other secrets lay hidden within his blood? The storm raged on, thunder roaring and lightning splitting the sky, but in the arena's heart, there was only silence and shock. Nikolai stood amidst the rain and the blood, a primal power surging within him, yet his mind and thoughts only sought answers. As did the confused and beautiful ruby eyes of Selene, who watched the arena, unbeknownst to herself at the moment of Nikolai's victory, her lips curled into a slight smile. "So he truly was a member of the Volkov lineage, ah, dearest father and mother, please do not blame your daughter for choosing our sworn enemy. It was a complete accident! I swear." The darkness from the storm masked half of her face. The vampire princess smirked before it twisted into a distorted smile. She loved her father and mother, and the pressure created because of her bloodline and her father's main wife, who controlled the family. 'If only my father could have loved my true mother instead of marrying another woman and forcing me to call her mother... It makes me hate him when my actual mother acts like everything is fine as long as he loves her!' ... In the heart of S-Kingdom, a fifty-story skyscraper dominated the skyline. Its sleek glass exterior reflected the city's lights like a jewel in the night. At the top, a beautiful woman with porcelain skin and waist-length golden hair sat, radiating the aura of a modern goddess. "Haa... Where is my fated squire?" Her angelic voice echoed like a song, carrying a hint of longing. The scent of fresh roses filled her spacious office, mixing with the faint aroma of aged leather from the furniture. "These upstarts keep showing off, always talking about their parents and family. So annoying." She sighed, the weight of loneliness gnawing at her. She longed for someone who could understand her, someone who would see beyond her title and beauty. Two slender fangs flashed as her blood-red tongue slid along them. "I feel hungry. Is it that time already?" Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the emptiness she felt inside. She leaned back in her black executive chair, which squeaked as she rolled her shoulders. The view from her floor-to-ceiling windows showed the bustling city below, but it offered no solace. "Should I call for takeout?" She swiped the papers off her desk with a humph, except for one sheet that stuck to the desk. "Hmmm? A strange resume." Her scarlet eyes shone with interest as she examined the modest background and the image attached. "Nikolai Volkov? A familiar-sounding name…" She whispered, her thoughts drifting to memories of the Volkov family, once proud and noble, now fallen. Her fingertips clicked relentlessly on the keyboard while she twirled her hair around her finger. The soft clacking of the keys was the only sound in the room, aside from the distant hum of city traffic. "Oh? So it's really the same Volkov family that applied to serve me. Is he stupid? Though I've heard their family was one of the most powerful of their bloodline. He would make the most efficient squire." A pang of sadness hit her as she recalled the tragic downfall of once-great families. A beautiful crescent-shaped smile formed on her lips. "The strongest Werewolf Knights serve the strongest Vampiric royalty? I must interview this man. He is very easy on the eyes, too." Her heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and curiosity. Excited, she dialled a 12-digit number in a millisecond, not something a human could perform. One ring later. "Yes, Your Highness?" "I have found my squire. Set up a fake interview with candidate 1069, Nikolai Volkov." "V-Volkov, Your Highness, are you sure?" The maid's voice trembled with shock. The princess's excitement turned to conviction. "That's an order, Wilhelmina!" "Yes, Your Highness!" The princess slammed the phone and leapt to her feet, her divine beauty on display. She gazed down at the humans below, holding a glass of red fluid. The anticipation coursing through her veins was palpable. "To think that I would find such a promising squire to protect and fight for me. The All Mother's grace has blessed this Selene Aria Tepes." She whispered to herself, feeling a sense of destiny unfolding. "You will serve this princess well, Nikolai!" Meanwhile, in a rundown apartment on the outskirts of SL City, the morning sun filtered through thin curtains, casting a warm glow on the modest furnishings. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint mustiness of old books and worn fabric. A handsome male in a dirty grey shirt, slacks, and black hair stood on the small veranda, performing his morning exercise routine under the rising sunlight. "One, Two, One, Two!" His deep voice echoed through the air like a charming devil. "It seems he's at it again. That Volkov boy never stops working hard…" A middle-aged lady with brown hair whispered to the other ladies in a small group, all of them peeking towards the veranda where the male performed. His face was chiselled and fair with a foreign yet familiar look. "He seems to have got an interview at that Scarlet building. His voice was so loud last night, almost crying with joy." "Ohoho, such a pleasant boy. If only mine would be so proactive after coming home! Still sits playing video games all day!" A few minutes later, a tall girl with short, messy white hair and a long jacket with a woollen hood jogged past the old woman with fluffy silver hair like an alpine wolf. "Morning, Aunties!" Her voice was bright and cheerful, with a husky undertone; she shifted her golden eyes and gazed at the male now performing vertical push-ups with one hand. The cool morning air carried the scent of dew and blooming flowers. "Showing off as always, Nikolai…" "Oh, my, if it isn't Little Nikita!" "Are you here to wake up, Nikolai? It seems you are late today." The girl named Nikita showed a reluctant look, her eyes trailing off to the image of Nikolai, who switched arms, his body covered in sweat. She sniffed the air several times before turning back to the old ladies. "Not today, I just wanted... to see him before tonight. Could you pass on my greeting, please? I have some family issues to attend to and only popped out to see him for a moment." Her voice wavered slightly, hinting at the underlying worries she carried. Nikita then dashed off towards the opposite road, her figure vanishing before the aunts could react. The old ladies soon spoke of young love and dedication while moving topics to their husbands or lazy sons. On the veranda, Nikolai Volkov ached with satisfaction. Now that he had finished his morning workout, he could focus on preparing for his interview later today. The sounds of the city waking up provided a comforting background noise. "Nikolai!" A stern voice with a slight wheeze echoed from within the room behind him. "Father?" Without a moment's delay, Nikolai dashed into the house, much to the chagrin of the aunties enjoying the sight of a young man's muscular chest in the boring SL City morning. In the modest living room, a blue sofa faced pictures of a beautiful woman with raven hair and crimson eyes. The faint scent of incense lingered in the air, a remnant of their morning prayers. On the sofa, a middle-aged man sat, his scarred body still soldierly despite the tube in his nose. 'Coronary heart disease' The doctors said he wouldn't last a year without a donor, and the medical costs were crippling their household. "Boy, don't just stand there and help me clean your mother's altar!" Nikolai never complained, his father's gruff voice bringing only a sense of worry. "Yes, Father, let me take care of it. I have a job interview later today at a big company." His voice wavered with hope and determination. Nikolai grasped the fresh cloth and polished his mother's urn, his resolve firming with every stroke. Once, his father mentioned her wish to have her ashes scattered across the beautiful sea to the west of S-Kingdom. He saw his father's wide smile, a rare moment of joy at the news of Nikolai's interview. "Do your best, Nikolai. I know you can do it. But don't worry about this old man. I will manage somehow. Cough, Cough!" "Father!?" Nikolai's heart clenched with fear, his father's struggle to remind him of their precarious situation. A small glob of blood leaked onto the tissue when his father began coughing—Nikolai's hand tightened around the cloth, his determination doubling. "I'm fine, you damn worrywart. I will never die and leave you alone, not until you bring me proof you can find a wife!" His father's gruff voice masked the underlying concern and love. "Father..." Nikolai's voice softened, filled with unspoken promises. "Nikolai, your father isn't useless just yet. I can still work." This kind of exchange happened many times in this room. Nikolai worked harder each time, determined to stop his father from working himself into an early grave. His only remaining family, his hero. The pair spent the next hour cleaning the living room and his mother's altar and urn. The pair of them were silent, though both held great respect and love for each other. This was how they dealt with pain and emotional feelings. In solitude. After making his father some healthy soup that the hospital instructed him to serve, Nikolai saw the time approaching his job interview. "Sorry, Dad, I've got to go soon. Make sure you take your medicine and take it easy, okay?" Nikolai straightened his suit while looking back at his father. His shaved sides and medium-length wild black hair combed back made him look both dangerous and dashing, like a member of a mafia or the secret service. "Dad. I'm off! Please wish me luck!" His heart pounded with anticipation and fear of failure. Nikolai rushed out the door in his most expensive suit. He had saved up for two years to buy it, a small hope for a better future. "You foolish boy! I know you can do it. You're our son." Ivan grumbled, watching his son disappear into the morning light. "Elizabeth, don't you think our boy has become rather handsome? Do you think he gets it from me or you?" His father spoke to the silent room, the beautiful image of the black-haired beauty smiling with a timeless and enchanting smile. Ivan watched the wide back of his son vanish into the distance long after the door slammed. He took a deep breath, observing the silent room. His silver eyes shimmered with tears as he touched the machine, which fed oxygen into his lungs. "Do you think I don't know the job you are looking for is dangerous? My dear son, your father is sorry." He unplugged the machine, his chest wheezing for a moment before he stepped to the urn, which had a picture and the name Elizabeth Bathory written in beautiful writing. Ivan touched his wife's urn, his voice a whisper. "Elizabeth, forgive me... Our son suffers because of my mistakes. I will do whatever it takes to protect him, even if it means breaking our oath." With that, Ivan also left the small apartment on the outskirts of SL City. His old, narrow eyes filled with a determined gaze. "I will tell him about our family, his birth. About you... about everything tonight." His back was tall and straight, revealing his pride as Nikolai's father. However, nobody even noticed his departure. ... In this world, all monsters originate from legendary or mythological existences. According to legend, one of these mysterious monsters, a giant wolf, created a mountain of ice and snow in the eastern reaches of the R Empire. This silver wolf of destruction and creation earned the name Volkov from the local tribes in respect for his heritage. Once revered as the Silvan Wolf by countless tribes in the distant past. Its legacy and myth have sadly faded into oblivion, overshadowed by the rise of vampires, werewolves, and shapeshifters. However, a prophecy remains to this day. It shall return. "Haaa~ so tired." Nikolai's voice echoed through the empty monorail. His eyes were half closed, and he was feeling the burn from his morning workout. He had nothing good to eat, so he bought a Crème Brulé cold brew on his way to the huge Scarlet Moon building. 'The cold always makes me feel restless and energetic.' "Did you hear about the Chen family? I heard they ransacked the entire house and stole anything of value." "Really? Two days ago, I saw their daughter wandering late at night, but she seemed different, a little violent and dressed like a prostitute." "What is the world coming to?" Another man added, closing his newspaper and lifting his briefcase as the monorail stopped. He couldn't help but listen to the small conversations around him. People were talking about mysterious disappearances and deaths in the slums and outskirts. 'I should be careful. Dad isn't able to fight like he used to.' The slow sway of the monorail continued. People came and went, while Nikolai tried to use his L20 to get information on the Scarlet Moon Group. He felt shocked that their mysterious CEO was the daughter of the owner and a genius at business. 'She's only a few years older than me; how embarrassing. I need to work harder.' He could feel the looming pressure of judging his worth to this imaginary rival, while the city's scent was cleaner. Nikolai always felt the hint of garbage and blood lingering in this city, which differed from those he visited during his time in the army. 'I feel nervous suddenly.' Adjusting his collar and clenching his sweaty fist, he no longer felt like drinking the sugary cold brew, so he placed it beside him. He now felt a sense of tightness in his chest. Many doubts and negative feelings sank into his heart as he covered his face with his large palms, the sticky feeling making him feel disgusting. [Welcome to the Central district—SL Central. Please depart. SL Central. Please depart!] "Ah, It's my stop!" In a rush, Nikolai felt the prickly heat on his cheeks and neck. The humid weather of SL City was a bane, and he seemed weak in the heat. 'Left at the seventh intersection from the monorail.' Nikolai held the directions, which he printed on recycled paper from a cheap confectionary store in the slums. He struggled, but the size of the building made it easier. "Haa, will the work be hard? Are they going to mock me for the third tier of education? Though I worked harder than any elite." His eyes gazed at the rich and well-dressed people moving around him as he approached the vast building, the feeling of fate looming over him. Then he realised he still carried a cup of cold brew, and there were no bins! The moment he entered, he searched for someone to hand it to or ask about a bin. However, the only person who seemed like staff was a blonde woman with a red jacket who stood at the welcome desk with a sharp look. A tall, gentle woman beside her in a black suit was dealing with another person. 'Well, it can't help to ask her, right?' "Hello, my name is Alex Goodman, here to accept the interview for…" "Ah, Mr. Goodman, please hand in your acceptance form and wait in the foyer." Nikolai walked towards the woman, his eyes noting all the glamorous people in the waiting chairs; it seemed some were like him, interview candidates who spoke to the woman beside the girl in a red jacket. 'Well, she might be an apprentice or intern to wear something so gaudy to work.' "Excuse me, but would you mind telling me where the closest trashcan is?" Nikolai asked in his deep voice. Louder than expected, causing the woman barely up to his chest to suddenly snap her neck up and look at him with sharp eyes. "Hah? Why would I have to tell someone in a cheap suit like you that?" 'Cheap suit. Who is this arrogant woman? It cost me $500!' "There's no need to react like a hysteric fool. Just tell me where the bin is. Though my suit is cheap, your jacket looks ridiculous." Suddenly, the world became cold. Nikolai felt comfortable and pushed the cup into the girl's hand. Her crimson eyes stared at him with the most hateful glare. Before she could speak, he turned away and winked at her, flashing a smile to the previous woman. "This is my acceptance form, thank you very much." 'Haha.' The woman grasped his paper, gazing at the young woman holding Nikolai's cup with trembling lips, and placed the document on the pile of interviewees without stopping. **** Nikolai's broad back vanished into the sea of people while silence remained around the welcome desk and the staff, concealed, all frozen solid. "Hand me his paper!" A fierce yet beautiful voice, like a fallen angel, sounded from the girl's lips. Much different from before. She crushed the cup of cold brew and tossed it at the wall, while snatching the paper from the poor woman who pulled it off the pile. "Ah… how amusing you, you are, Nikolai Volkov?" The beautiful girl's lips curled into a wicked smile, her eyes narrowing as she could see his figure from the crowd. Like a predator, she watched his every move. Her smile twisted into an even darker shape when she noticed him wiping his sweat or looking nervous. "Your Highness, Should the interview be cancelled?" "Forget it. I will interview him myself. The others can enjoy an interview with you." "Your Highness, do you plan to make him your squire?" The shocked woman looked around and noticed that many elites turned up hoping to become her squire, but knew her master wasn't concerned. From the start, I knew that the one from the Volkov family would become my Squire. "Isn't that a little petty?" "Hmm? He mocked this jacket I designed personally!" The princess, with her twin tails floating with her movement, pointed towards Nikolai. Her fingers make a gun shape, and a hand on her hip. A scene which may have looked adorable if she wasn't one of the most powerful women in the city. "The foolish dog will regret crossing me, hmph!"

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