Chapter 78 --78
Hearing the words "Little Lord," the blue-haired mermaid’s face froze. A twitch of irritation flickered across his jawline, then spread to his eyes, turning them sharp and cold. His once regal posture stiffened, and a shadow crept into his expression.
Little Lord?
He had just been demoted.
And now this fool—this wide-eyed, panicked fishling—had the nerve to call him that?
His lips parted, ready to snap back with a biting remark, but before he could even speak, the three sharks went completely still. Their eyes widened. They weren’t looking at him anymore.
Without another word, they swam ahead, and he followed them through a narrow passageway between two high coral cliffs. The space between the cliffs was tight, but beautiful—lined with seaweed in every shape and color. Greens, deep purples, even golden strands that looked like ribbons. It was quiet here, like the sea itself knew to hush.
And then, they reached it.
A clearing opened up at the end of the path, and right in the center of it stood a massive oyster. Its shell was bright white, almost glowing, and it looked like it had grown there naturally—settled in the middle of all the colorful sea plants like a centerpiece in a living garden.
But it wasn’t the oyster that made everyone stop.
It was the figure sitting in front of it.
He was a mermaid—but unlike any they had seen before. His tail was long and golden, shining with every little movement. His golden hair floated freely around him, not tied back like the others, just loose and wild. On his head rested a thin golden chain, and right in the middle of his forehead, a ruby hung like a small glowing sun.