Chapter 7: Charlotte Valemont.
That fucking bastar—
But before Licht could even finish his curse, his eyes were blinded by a barrage of flashing lights.
He had known that there would be crowds waiting beyond the curtain. Cameras, reporters, the weight of hundreds of eyes. But when the moment actually came, he still froze.
Before this, the largest audience he’d ever spoken to was probably his high school class during the occasional, reluctant presentation. To put it bluntly, he was completely out of his depth.
But before doubt could take root, his body moved on its own.
The trait「 A Valtier’s Pride (S) 」has been activated.
In an instant, the nervous air around him vanished as if it had never existed at all.
Each step he took was firm, controlled—imposing yet elegant.
His back straightened into flawless posture, the kind only mastered through years of relentless training.
But it was his eyes that truly silenced the crowd.
His deep, violet irises turned cold and piercing—like shards of mystic ice forged in the depths of an arctic mountain.