8: The Capital's Ball

The day of the ball was near. Right now, Void was in a black limousine heading to the capital. "I know what you're thinking—capital? Isn't this world modern?" Void pondered. "Well, it is, but this world is still ruled under a monarchy. Recently, I've been feeling that this whole world setting is something I knew before, but I can't recall it perfectly."

"What are you thinking?" Maria asked Void as he was lost in thoughts. "Don't worry, a little less training won't make you weak."

Void let out a light chuckle. "No, it's just that I'm a bit nervous. There will be princesses and princes, right?" Void asked.

"Yup, he will be there. Are you afraid that he'll take all the attention of the girls?" Vivienne asked, giving him a taunt that hit a nerve.

"Well, it's good if the prince takes all the bugs away by his charm. At least the ones seeking true love might stay waiting for me or their true love," Void replied calmly. "Anyways, what is the name of the first prince, Mother?" Void asked Maria.

"Oh, how thoughtful of you, Void. Well, I don't think you have to worry about being let down. You two are alike, you know—both feminine but still charming!" Maria said.

As they were enjoying their family chat, their limousine suddenly stopped. "What happened, Marcus?" Maria asked, quite calm but not for long, as their limousine was hit by a strong impact. Maria was able to save herself, Void, and Vivienne.

As the limousine was ruined, and when Maria cleared the dust, they saw they were under attack. Her women were trying to fight the bandits. Maria, after keeping her kids safe, came forth and lit her cigar. "You brats really have guts messing with me. Coming head to head is not something I see usually. Now, two options: if you value peace and your life, give up on your life or tell your price."