Search of Tempest

Chapter 12 ''Elders''

Alex, ever the optimist, grinned and slapped me on the back. "Cheer up! Here, check this out. This'll lift your spirits." He handed me a sheet of paper—my application form.

"This is a copy of the one we submitted. Check if everything's correct."

I scanned the form quickly. Everything seemed fine until I spotted something strange near the bottom. "Hey... everything looks good, but what's this 'Polyright' thing that's ticked?" I asked, pointing at the box.

Alex scratched the back of his head, looking sheepish. "Oh, that. It means you can have multiple relationships. You know, you can even have more than three wives."

I froze. "Wh-what the heck?! Why did you tick that box?!" I yelled, feeling my face heat up in embarrassment.

"Come on, don't be like that," Alex replied casually, as if this was no big deal.

Seriously, what is with this guy? Does he think I'm some kind of playboy like him?

"Wait," I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Did you apply for Polyright too?"

Alex shook his head, laughing. "Nope."

"Then why did you ticked that box for me?!"

He shrugged again, completely unapologetic. "I don't really know how it works. I thought Polyright was something bigger, so... I just wanted to see how it goes."

So you used me as a rat for your little experiment? Seriously?  feeling the beginnings of a headache creeping in.This guy is unbelievable.

Alex smirked, clearly proud of himself. "Well, I'm already popular with a lot of girls, so I figured it's about time you step into the spotlight too."

How many girls does he have? Wait, no, that's not the question... How does he even manage that? Just the thought of dealing with that many relationships made me feel sick. That's exactly why I try to stay out of it.

Well, I guess that's what popular guys like him get...and I'll gladly pass on that circus.

Alex smirked, clearly enjoying himself. "I'm the winner in this, loser," he said mockingly, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Yeah, laugh all you want," I shot back, my voice flat. "But I'm still not doing this." I leaned back, crossing my arms, feeling the weight of the situation settle in. "And look, I don't usually talk about these kinds of things, but one thing is for sure—I'll marry only one girl. That's all." My tone was final, and I meant it.

Alex, still grinning, shook his head. "Dude, that's so boring," he said, as if the very idea of having just one partner was absurd. "In the Familia, you've got to be popular with women, you know? It's kind of a legacy you have to carry."

A legacy? I scoffed internally. Sure, every boss and Executor in the past might've been popular, but that doesn't mean it's some unbreakable rule.It was an unwritten tradition, not a law we had to follow.

"Sorry, you can carry that one on your own," I said, dismissing his ridiculous notion with a wave of my hand.Honestly, I couldn't care less about this nonsense.

There were far more important things on my plate—like the Executor job I'd just been handed. If, someday, I meet a girl who understands me, then maybe I'll think about that stuff. But that's later. Right now?I sighed inwardly, my focus sharpening.I've got bigger priorities.

I cleared my throat, cutting through the moment. "So, when can I change this in my application?" I asked, hoping I could fix this nonsense.

Alex's smile widened, like he was savoring the situation. "I don't think you can change it anymore. It's been days since we submitted it, and I'm sure they've already recorded everything on their system." His grin practically screamed 'enjoy your fate, sucker.'