Mine to Claim [Reverse Harem]

10|Leisure

Arisia

A week has passed since I stayed at the King's Palace. At first, I thought staying in the guest room would be a good thing, since hey, this is not my territory.

I was wrong. I underestimate myself when I'm bored and restless. I want to roam around and do some strenuous exercise or move around with my mecha.

Yet I feel like I would be rude if I roam around. The omegas here don't like me, so I don't need to inconvenience them by going out. About the exercise, there is no suitable mental exercise I can do because I'm not connected in the Intranet.

And for moving with my mecha... Xiva isn't repaired yet.

Haaaaaa.

I paced around just in front of the door, hesitating between going out or staying in.

Well, I told myself to collect more information for the intelligence department. Maybe I should do that now.

I'm not procrastinating until now because my mental energy got suppressed, definitely not.

I buried my hesitation and slowly opened the door. The wide empty corridor appeared on my sight.

Where are the guards? I probe using my available mental energy and found no one in the vicinity. The only thing that I can sense are the ancient cctv's pointing in my direction.

'So they resorted to just watching me.'

But still, in the King's palace? Are they not worried about me sneaking around and stealing something?

It's easy for me to move around without being seen by those Cctv's. I'm way more capable than all my peers at the Empire after all.

But then again... I'm not that kind of person. My fellow captains might be though. I snickered at the thought.

Ah, I stood way too long on the doorway.

I casually closed the door behind me. Using my mental energy, I found my way to the Royal Garden.

Politics, military, and how they conduct their education can wait for investigation but the state of this world's land is the priority.

Finally. I can sense some presence nearby.

I leisurely walked around and turned to a corner.

Ah... It's Creat.

The man I saw sat with regal poise on the grand pavilion of the Royal Palace, his tall and lean frame draped in black and gold embroidered robes that accentuated his elegance. I'm assuming that it is a Court's magician robe.

My eyes narrowed.

His long, slender fingers rested lightly on the arm of the intricately carved wooden seat, exuding an air of effortless grace.

His face was a study in striking contrasts—smooth, alabaster skin offset by a pair of deep purple eyes that gleamed like amethyst under the soft light. Seriously, to be born with that kind of eye color is rare.

I wonder what he is talking about because his lips, a delicate shade of pink, were slightly parted, as if he were about to speak or had just finished uttering a thought.

His hair, a color lighter than his eyes, framed his face, flowing down to his shoulders in silky waves.

I can't help but click my tongue. This kind of face, if placed in the entertainment industry, would definitely become famous.

That's the kind of face that needs to be adored by millions. If by chance, he became an idol when he joined the Intranet, he would definitely become rich. I mentally nodded to myself and stopped my beauty appreciation when I met his eyes.

I nodded to him before walking to the pavilion he was in.