“Yhnesses, please allow me to introduce to you, my parents. Monsieur Mante di Sator and Madame Bunny Fay di Sator, my Papa and Mama.”

  Mante di Sator, the chiseled epitome of male perfe, could have easily been mistaken for a holy knight turned fashion model.

  His golden eyes sparkled with an otherworldly allure, making mortal hearts swoon – or perhaps tremble in fear of his divine judgment.

  And then there was his wife, Bunny Fay di Sator, the embodiment of every dark-haired beauty trope known to mankind.

  Her long locks cascaded like a waterfall of midnight silk, framing a face so agly geous it could bring kingdoms to their knees.

  With a seductive beauty mark teasingly pced by her eye, she exuded a charm that was both enting and dangerous.

  Together, they were a walking paradox – him, the celestial paragon of power, ahe sultry entress straight out of a forbidden fairy tale.

  It was as if Fate herself had decided to blend all the clichés of allure and power into one power couple, leaving mere mortals to gawk in both admiration and envy.

  Oh, the joy of being blessed with such devastatingly beautiful gehought the rest of humanity as the Sator couple passed by, turning heads and breakis with every ethereal step—and clearly, they believed these two were Evan di Sator’s parents.

  Well, they couldn’t quite put their fingers on it. Was it his nose? His eyes? His lips? Not really. But they just felt like Evan di Sator was this couple’s son.

  “Yhnesses, greetings,” Man nodded, and so did Burn.

  He observed Nahwu, Lo, and then Bir, before turning to Yvain. “Good work.”

  “What does that mean? I did a good job?” Yvain muttered tiredly. “For what? I didn’t do anything.”

  Bir now became the main target of Burn and Man’s stare, silently hiding behind Yvain. But it wasn’t for long, as Yvain stepped aside to specifically show her to his masters.

  Yvain smiled, “Her Highness is the one I want you two to meet. She’s special.”

  Lo furrowed his eyebrows, smiling, “What is it about my sister, Sir Sator?”

  Despite his protectiveowards his sister, Lo immediately cowered under Burns’s gaze. Meanwhile, Nahwu flinched when Man’s pair of blue eyes nded on her.

  “We must also ihe two of Yhnesses for lunch too. We’d love to host such talented individuals,” Man said, turning to Burn, “Right, Tiger Love?”

  “Hm,” Burn smiled. “Sure, if Madam wishes so.”

  And just like that, Lo and Nahwu’s doubts vanished into thin air. Yvain and his family weren’t just regur folks after all. They practically oozed extraordinariness!

  “My Evan said that he witnessed you demonstrate your Vision Magi the entrance exam. He was so mesmerized by it that he begged me to invite you over for lunch. How I say no after I heard how magnifit you are?” Man said.

  “Th... that… Umm…” Bir stuttered, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of tomato red. Cssic Bir, caught off guard by the dazzling aura of Evan’s folks.

  Well, well, well, it seems Bir wasn’t prepared for the full force of Evan’s powerhouse parents. They were like a mastercss in fwless intimidation, making perfe look like a walk in the park.

  "We should be able to invite you in a week. There’s a meeting we must attend tomorrow. What do you think, Yhnesses?" Man asked.

  Bir raised her face again and nodded, "Y-yes—"

  "Wait," Nahwu suddenly cut her off. With a suspicious expression, she said, "We heard you just recovered, Madam Sator. Is it okay for us to intrude?"

  Man smiled. "Nothing to worry about."

  Nahwu sneered. "Then, please have us. You indeed look pletely healthy, not like someone who had just made a miraculous recovery."

  Even Bir sensed something wrong with what Nahwu said, almost like she was being rude to Evan’s parents.

  "Should we invite everyone, Madam?" Burn suddenly asked, and Man turo him, eyebrows raised. "We don’t have to ihe rude ones, right? Think of your health."

  Man chuckled, and her soft ughs made people around turn to hotivating it was. "Yes. But it’s fun to have more differing characters oable."

  Burn clicked his tongue. "Bunny."

  Nahwu narrowed her eyes at how brazen this couple were. Who did they think they were? She was the elven princess!

  “Right, it should be around this time that we return, right? No, it was yesterday—” Man stopped her own words when she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

  “COUGH—” she immediately closed her mouth as blood seeped through her white gloves and fingers.

  “Mama?” Yvain widened his eyes in horror. It wasn’t the first time he had seen Man cough up blood, but each time was terrifying. Burn didn’t wait and brought her up in his arms. So it was time for another loop, huh?

  Well, yesterday, they should’ve fought the Alliance’s Junior Fleet Admiral, and the world would have perished. Just a day after, and a new loop was created.

  Of course, the buffet’s guests turo them. Burn’s metal heels sounded somewhat sharper than usual, f the sea of guests to part to give him a way.

  Yvain froze. After everything Burn and Man had told him when he asked them about the truth, he couldn't imagine how painful it was to have one’s literal soul ripped away to pay for a time loop. Without realizing, in plete horror, he muttered, “Mama’s going to die again…”

  Yvain snapped out of his daze and ran to follow Burn out of the hall.

  The family left without a word, leaving the onlookers in a flurry of gossip, their tongues wagging with malicious i. The rumors swirling around the Sator couple took on a darker tone, infused with a venomous essence.

  “Maybe they hid from the public eye all this while because of Madam Sator’s illness,” one voieered.

  “Their son may be talented, but clearly, not everything in that perfect facade is as fwless as it seems,” another chimed in, dripping with sarcasm.

  “Well, they are dripping with wealth. Why should we waste our pity on them?” a cold, mog ugh followed.

  “Monsieur Sator's undying love for his ailing, beautiful, and attention-seeking wife is almost pitiable. Such a sadisti of devotion, isn't it? Must be a real joy living in that mausoleum of a home,” a voice remarked, ced with disdain and dark amusement.

  The versation flowed with icy tones, each word ced with a potent cocktail of mockery, cold wit, and a touch of schadenfreude, painting a picture of a society reveling in the misfortunes of those deemed untouchably afflue secretly vulnerable.

  Lo g Nahwu, who looked very upset about the development.

  “Feeling like chewing and swallowing your own tongue?” Lo asked.

  Nahwu frowned. “They’re still suspicious.”

  “Even suspicious people are human. Thieves needed bread, and murderers were broken. That’s why God still roots for them. Who are you to judge?” Lo said.

  “Brother, I’ll find Evan after all,” Bir said as she bolted away. Lo was about to stop her, but he held himself back.

  Bir ran out of the hall, and two other children ran after her. She turned and saw Matthew and An, looking equally worried. The two her.

  “If you want to find him, let’s go together.”

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  Oh! It seems I've offended another RR god! Someone just rated this work 0,5. It dropped from 4,1 to 3,7. (on RR)

  Man, fet it, you win. I mean, if I want this work to return to its previous rating, I'd need another 6 people rating this a full 5 (let's not even think about that).

  Well, if I want this book to stay on the radar and attract more readers, ving them to give it a try, I'd have to resort to exge ratings with other writers like some other aspiring writers on every ptform. But do I want to? Nah. Not yet, at least.

  Man: Why not? Cheat when you ! It's one of important life skill!

  Burn: Real men don't o cheat!

  Shut up, you two! And I'm not a man. I'm a wuss. *cries