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Alvis wore luxurious clothes, like a noble attending a ball in the Silver Age. He had not only donned a white wig but also applied powder and rouge. White stockings accentuated the muscles of his calves, and he lifted his teacup with a slow, graceful motion.
The entire process looked exceedingly elegant.
The cup held Alvis's favorite tea.
At that moment, the young man of the Golden Lion Family was stirring it with the Silver Spoon.
It belonged to his favorite tea set, which he had brought from his home in the Inner Bay.
Alvis had thought that enjoying his favorite tea with his favorite tea set would make him happy.
But...
For some reason, even after adding two spoonfuls of sugar, Alvis still could not taste the sweetness he expected.
Instead, it tasted bitter and astringent.
And for some reason, his chest kept feeling tight.
What was going on?
Had my plan gone wrong?
Impossible!
I was someone favored by Fate!
Alvis's thoughts were filled with unease, but he immediately shook his head vigorously in denial.
He soothed himself with the notion of "Fate's favor."
But he had forgotten that Fate came with a price, too.
Just like the girls at a club, once they sat down with you, everything had a clearly marked price. Of course, you could ask for a different group.
But in the end, you had to pay.
What if you had no money?
Then you would have to take a beating or pay with your body.
And Fate was far more terrifying than the girls at a club.
Unable to grasp this truth, Alvis was destined to become Fate's plaything-
Time ticked by.
The discontent within Alvis grew ever stronger.
Not just stronger, but colder.
At that moment, it was just like the