Royal Performing Arts Square.
By now, the soft blue support lights for Zervanie had completely outshone the setting sun, dazzling brightly in the deepening darkness.
This was probably the largest concert Zervanie had ever hosted.
Felyn leaned over the railing of the upper level, looking down at the sea of excited fans packed into the venue. But unlike them, he couldn’t muster up any excitement at all.
Avoiding encounters between clients… That was a problem Felyn had always overlooked.
Back during Viloti’s party, he’d already failed to stop Adelina and Viloti from running into each other. He’d assumed the world of Saiwa was big enough that his clients would rarely cross paths.
What he failed to consider was that as his business grew, the status of his clients rose as well.
And there weren’t that many upper-class nobles to begin with. Whenever a major event happened, they all gathered, meaning his clients would inevitably bump into each other.
Like tonight, at Zervanie’s concert.
“Waited long?” came Daiyi’s voice from behind.
She stepped out from the private box and leaned against the railing beside Felyn.
She’d asked him to wait out here for a moment so she could greet the people inside the box.
“It really is quite the sight,” she murmured, gazing at the tens of thousands gathered below.
Her eyes wandered toward the stage, wondering what Zervanie must be feeling standing at the center of it all.
“Were those your friends in there?” Felyn asked, trying to make conversation, though his thoughts were elsewhere.
He kept scanning the crowd, searching for Princess Dorothy and Adelina.
“Friends? Hardly,” Daiyi replied. “Just acquaintances. It was Her Highness the Princess. I couldn’t just ignore her.”
“…Her Highness?”
Felyn froze and immediately turned to look at the luxurious box behind them.
Dorothy is in there?!
“Hmm? You seem nervous.”
Although Felyn’s panic had only lasted a split second, his professional instincts quickly covered it with calm. But even that brief flicker hadn’t escaped Daiyi’s notice. She narrowed her eyes slightly, searching his face.
“I’m just surprised. I mean, it’s the Princess.” He forced a smile, “Anyway, since you’ve finished saying hello, let’s go.”
He reached for Daiyi’s hand and tried to lead her away.
He didn’t want anyone to know about his relationship with Dorothy.
If word got out that he was being kept by the Princess, the royal family would probably wipe him off the face of the earth.
And he especially didn’t want Dorothy seeing him with another client.
The last time he lied to her, her magical powers had awakened. Who knew what she’d do if she saw him holding hands with someone else?
No one can see anyone. Period.
“Our seats are right here. No need to leave.”
Daiyi gently tugged his hand and gestured to the box behind them.
“…We’re not sharing with Her Highness, are we? That can’t happen. I’m just a commoner. I can’t sit with royalty!”
Daiyi could feel the slight sweat in Felyn’s palm.
He’s clearly nervous. Just hearing the Princess mentioned makes him tense up.
There was no doubt about it. Felyn had some special kind of relationship with Her Highness.
But what kind?
Could the Princess be one of Felyn’s clients?
Daiyi thought that unlikely—after all, she was royalty.
But if it were true… who couldn’t Felyn seduce?
Might as well send him to win over the Goddess of Truth too—then she wouldn’t have to be the Divine Child anymore.
As these absurd thoughts ran through her head, Felyn grew increasingly alarmed watching Daiyi’s silent contemplation.
What if she really figures it out?
He quickly drew a breath, leaned against the railing, and said quietly, “It’s nothing. Just thinking about the past.”
Seeing him suddenly take on such a melancholic air, Daiyi completely misunderstood.
The past…
The most tragic part of Felyn’s past was surely the overnight disappearance of the Sorester family—once the greatest noble house in Siveshus.
Could that have something to do with the royal family?
After spending so much time with Felyn, Daiyi had almost forgotten his heartbreaking background.
He never brought it up. And in his home, apart from a single family photo, there was nothing that suggested he was ever part of the Sorester lineage.
And now, seeing how strongly he still reacted to it, she realized—
He was still deeply affected by it.
Had he intentionally erased all traces of the Sorester name from his home, trying to bury the past once and for all?
Poor Felyn…
A strange emotion welled up inside her, making her want to pull his head into her arms, gently pat his back, and whisper, “It’s okay. It’s all in the past now.”
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on him with growing confusion.
What is this feeling?
Daiyi thought it might be pity… or maybe something more like a maternal instinct.
Wait… I can feel this kind of thing too?
She lightly pressed her hand against her chest, as if tracing the strange emotion flooding through her.
Curious. So curious.
It was the first time she’d ever felt something like this.
“Come on, Felyn. Our box is next door—not the same one as Her Highness.”
Daiyi took the lead, holding Felyn’s hand as they entered the adjacent box.
She wanted to examine this new emotion a little more carefully.
“I rented a private box just for you. Partly because my father will be arriving soon, and partly because I’ll need to go sit with the Princess during the performance. It wouldn’t be convenient for you or Bernice to be there.”
Felyn followed behind her, quietly relieved.
Looks like she didn’t dig into the whole thing with Dorothy.
And it wasn’t like he’d lied—technically, he really had just been “thinking about the past.”
Even if that past happened to involve Princess Dorothy.
It’s not like I said which past, right?
As for why there were no Sorester family heirlooms in his home?
Simple.
He’d sold them all.
He didn’t know those people—he’d transmigrated into this body. Why keep a bunch of stuff that meant nothing to him?
The private box was luxurious.
A one-way mirror gave them a clear view of the stage while keeping them hidden from outside eyes.
The space was decorated like a miniature palace. A row of soft velvet chairs lined the wall facing the stage, and a few sofas and a coffee table sat off to the side.
Felyn couldn’t help sighing.
Money really is amazing.
To have a private suite at a concert with 150,000 people?
He was starting to fall in love with wicked capitalism.
“Order anything you like.”
Daiyi handed him a menu. There was even a kitchen nearby that catered to the VIP suites.
“No, no, there’s no need to go that far…”
Felyn waved his hand dismissively.
“It’s all free,” Daiyi whispered beside him.
“…In that case, I guess I am a little hungry.”
Watching him casually flip through the menu like nothing had happened, Daiyi frowned.
Wasn’t this guy just wallowing in his tragic past a moment ago?
She stared at him seriously, and once again, that strange emotion stirred in her heart.
For Daiyi, even emotional reactions were a kind of study.
If there was a problem, the solution had to be tested through experimentation.
“Felyn, you look tired. Come here, let me help you relax a bit.”
He looked full of energy—he probably could eat an entire cow right now, but Daiyi still said it anyway, even if she didn’t mean it.
(End of Chapter)