Rise of the Eromancer

Chapter 170 Beauty of a God

A little more than a thousand years ago now, humanity was almost on the brink of extinction.

A little more than a thousand years ago now, the gods were said to descend from the heavens.

No one in the modern age, no one in the present time could really truly know what that was like — what humanity felt when they saw the gods who are said to be almost ethereal in nature due to the strength and beauty they held.

It was recorded that mortals faint just by the mere sight of the gods. Some say it was because their presence was too much, some say that when they breathe, they breathe in all the oxygen in the world… leaving none for the poor mortals the humans once were.

There are, however, also records that state that the humans used to faint at the mere presence of a god not due to their strength, but their beauty. A beauty that was almost sinful. Of course, that theory was not really liked by the modern scientists — after all, how can one faint just by looking at something?

But now, however, the scientists would probably have to rethink their ideas. Because as of now, someone fainted just by the mere sight of not even a god, not even a Noble, not even a Commoner, but a Lowborn.

Perhaps because they were not expecting it at all, the royal twins fainted there and then as soon as they caught a glimpse of Rhys's face – no. It wasn't even his face, they just caught Rhys's cold, silver eyes… and that was enough to activate all of the hormones that were being repressed by their post-pubescent cage.

If they were conscious to describe exactly what they were feeling, then it would be like going through another Awakening, except more… warm.

"Who… is that?" And it wasn't only the royal twins, all of the women present in the banquet hall held their breaths; the beating of their hearts, almost as if being forcefully drummed to be in rhythm with each of Rhys's steps as he walked deeper and deeper into the hall.

"Rhys… Wilder? As in the Rhys Wilder of Amerkan?" As for the men, the only thing they could really do was look back and forth between Rhys and their other half, quietly cursing as they watched their wives, girlfriends, and partners lose their breaths. They couldn't shake off the growing feeling of jealousy and inadequacy as they watched their loved ones gaze upon Rhys with awe and longing.

"I've… never seen so many Nobles in one place," Rhys, who was really just casually walking and not minding anyone, whispered close to Lina's ear as he saw all the glowing hair surrounding him.

"Trust me, Sir…" Lina could barely contain the excitement in her breaths as she looked at Rhys. She initially thought that she would be surprising everyone with her appearance; after all, not to boast or anything, but Lina considered herself to be the most beautiful one amongst her cousins.

But alas, even though she put on her best dress and even put on make-up that only amplified the contour of her face… all of it was deemed useless the very moment she stood beside Rhys.

Even she, right now, could barely even walk properly as she stared at Rhys's face, which was no longer covered by her thick, messy hair. Rhys did not initially want to have his hair done, or even cut as he truly was just not used to having nothing blocking his eyes.

Fortunately for Lina, she can be very persuasive as she forced him to finally have his hair done — she even chose the style, and perhaps that was a mistake.

Since they were attending a royal party, Lina chose Rhys to have a modern-styled wolf cut, parted in the middle. And since his hair was still slightly long, with the back still covering his neck and his hair slightly covering his cheek, it only just accentuated Rhys's perfect face even more.

Them having sex was not the only reason why they were so late to the party, it was also because the stylist that Lina hired was a woman, and her hands kept trembling uncontrollably while trying to cut and style Rhys's hair — she even fainted once or twice, to the point that they had to bring her to the private jet so she could just continue styling Rhys's hair there.

This is bad, this is very bad — Lina was getting wet just by being beside Rhys and having her arm around his. She can feel the heat emanating from Rhys' body, causing her clothes to cling to her skin and her cheeks to flush with desire... or perhaps it was her heat?

"Stop… stop looking at me, Sir," Lina could not help but just look to the side; gulping down her saliva as she gripped Rhys's arm tight.

"Where… else would I look?" Rhys once again whispered in Lina's ear, causing her body to shiver there and then. Fortunately for her, she wore a long and somewhat puffy dress; unfortunately for her, her back was exposed and everyone could probably see her having goosebumps all over her body.

"Just… just wave at the people, you're a famous streamer and a Noble, Sir. You're probably practically the most famous person here… even more so than Grandpa," Lina's eyes remained as far away from Rhys as possible as she lightly bit her lip to prevent herself from eating Rhys there and then.

"...Okay," Rhys breathed out as he finally turned to look at the other guests. He did not really know what expression he should have, so he just gave a very, very small smile and bowed his head — he couldn't wave, after all, as Lina was gripping his only hand tight.

"Oh…" And the person he smiled at just happened to be a woman well far in her years. This woman, with her age carved into every line on her face, suddenly felt a spark ignite within her as she caught sight of Rhys's smile - a mixture of excitement and fear that made her heart race.

She knew exactly what she was feeling, but it had been so long since she allowed herself to feel anything other than emptiness and regret.

It was lust - a fierce and primal desire for Rhys that consumed her thoughts and sent shivers down her spine. As an old woman, she no longer truly cared about what people might say to her. And so, she embraced her desires, allowing herself to be consumed by Rhys's eyes.

"Grandma!?"

Unfortunately for the woman, she truly was too old for what she was feeling as her blood levels just rose there and then. Her… 'second awakening' did not go as planned as she almost had a stroke there and then.

"H… Healer! Someone get a healer for the Duchess!"

Rhys, upon seeing this, almost rushed toward the old lady so that he could heal her. Lina, however, gripped his hand even tighter as she pulled him back.

"Don't…" Lina whispered.

"But I can heal—"

"Trust me, Sir…" Lina shook her head, "...You'll make it worse. She fainted because of you — all the women here are currently looking at you like you're the main dish in the buffet, Rhys. Too bad for them…

...they don't know I already had you for breakfast."

And as soon as Rhys heard that, he just opted to not look at anyone at all as they made their way to their table. Even then, however, most of the women who would even look at him longer than 3 seconds found themselves instinctively gritting their teeth and almost closing their legs as they felt something warm starting to tickle between their thighs.

"Thank you for keeping the table warm for us, peasants." And as soon as they reached their table, a knowing smile crawled on Lina's face as she looked at Vicky, who was too stunned to even come up with a rebuttal to Lina's cheeky remark, "Something… occupied us on the way here."

"Something occupied you on the way here?" Henry blinked a couple of times as he looked back and forth between Rhys and Lina, "But you were riding a private jet — did you encounter a flying monster?"

"Henry…" Daniel, who was sitting beside their youngest cousin, could not help but just sigh at his words, "...You are still too pure for this world. May you never become like us. But where have my manners gone, Master Rhys — congratulations on becoming a Baron."

"...Thank you," Rhys nodded as he pulled out a chair for Lina, making sure she was seated first before him.

"But I do have to say, you becoming one of us makes things awkwardly complicated," Daniel placed his hand on his chin as he looked at Rhys's face; the Five Hearts floating above his head, fluctuating uncontrollably, "Or should I say… well done to Uncle for adding another competition, truly the most cunning of the family."

"...Competition?" Rhys's eyebrows lowered.

"Daniel," Lina quickly glared at her cousin before glancing at Rhys, "Rhys has no interest in that…Do you?"

"Interest in what?" Rhys glanced back and forth at Lina and Daniel.

"On the throne, where else?" Daniel smiled… before licking his lips, "Lina is the daughter of the King's oldest son, deceased he may be, his lineage still remains the first in line to inherit the throne — but since Lina is a woman, that right was given to Uncle Lance. But now that you've become a baron and you are also Linette's fiance. You, Master Rhys…

…have just become a candidate to inherit the throne."