Durandal and Rita looked at the prince before them. With powerful talent, noble status, and handsome looks, few girls could refuse a prince like that.
But...
Durandal and Rita were clearly not among them.
Faced with Durandal and Rita's cold gazes, the Seventh Prince felt somewhat awkward. The talent and looks he had thought so highly of held not the slightest appeal for these two Heroes.
It made him question his life. The maids usually stole glances at him all the time!
Had it all been fake?
Unable to bear the awkward atmosphere, the Seventh Prince could only retreat awkwardly.
But this did not discourage the others. Since the two Heroes had not reacted, perhaps they simply did not like the sunny-boy type.
So the next second, another prince stepped forward.
"Honored Heroes, I am Opus Aelgrande Jiowral, a fourth-rank dual-element mage of lightning and fire."
The handsome, cool-looking prince held a wand and introduced himself calmly. Yet Rita and Durandal still showed no reaction whatsoever.
Next, every prince introduced himself in turn. It had to be said that the royal bloodline was indeed excellent; all their children were remarkably attractive.
With so many handsome princes to choose from, it should have been an immense blessing. Yet Durandal and Rita did not feel the slightest stir in their hearts. Instead, they only grew colder.
"Well? Have either of you Heroes taken a liking to any of them? Do not worry... Having them follow you would be their blessing."
Seeing that Durandal and Rita's attitudes had not changed, but had instead become increasingly cold, the old king began to feel a trace of doubt.
Could it be that, among all his strikingly handsome princes, neither of them had caught these two women's eyes?
Were they really women?!
Do not say that