Chapter 313: Too dramatically?

Jasper truly hadn’t expected it.

Of all people, the usually composed and proper Prince Vincent apparently knew how to play quite boldly too.

Under the collective scrutiny of Yuel and the others, Vincent stood stiffly at the doorway, unable to move forward or retreat.

At last, he understood. He had overthought everything.

When Rory said they would "watch over Terry," she had meant exactly that. Nothing more.

"Vincent, come in already."

Seeing him frozen awkwardly at the door, Rory walked over herself and gently pulled him into the room, easing the tension for him.

Thankfully, Vincent had worn a military uniform instead of one of Yuel’s outrageous outfits. Otherwise, this would have been even more embarrassing.

"Rory, I..."

Dragged into the room by her hand, Vincent’s ears flushed scarlet. He felt genuinely guilty.

Rory had innocently suggested everyone stay together to watch over Terry, yet his mind had wandered somewhere entirely inappropriate.

"It’s alright." Rory patted his hand gently. "Tonight, let’s just stay with Terry."

She tactfully chose not to expose what he had misunderstood. Instead, she changed the subject naturally.

"Xarion and the others are planning to sleep on the floor tonight. Do you want the bed, or do you want to sleep on the floor too?"

Vincent glanced at the men sprawled across the floor before lowering his voice.

"Where areyousleeping tonight, Rory?"

Rory pointed toward the sofa. "I’m sleeping there."

The moment he heard that, Vincent frowned deeply in disapproval.

"Rory, how can you sleep on the sofa?"

Sothatwas why those bastards had all spread their bedding around it. And they still had the nerve to laugh at him.

Rory didn’t think sleeping on the sofa was a problem at all.

"I can stay closer to Terry that way."

Vincent immediately shook his head.

"The sofa won’t be comfortable. If anyone should sleep there, it should be us."

Then he calmly rearranged Rory’s bedding and carried it back onto the bed.

"Rory, you sleep on the bed tonight. Yuel can sleep on the floor beside it. That way, you can still stay close to Terry."

After finishing, Vincent added in a serious tone, "Rest easy tonight. None of us will disturb you by getting onto the bed."

The moment Vincent finished speaking—

Knock knock knock.

The door sounded yet again. Everyone immediately turned toward the entrance. Xarion instantly tossed another Rank Ten beast core onto the table.

"Come on, come on. Another round. This time it’s definitely Vangar."

Wen placed a piece of merfolk silk onto the table.

"I’m betting on Marshal Vangar too."

Jasper casually threw down an ice crystal.

"I think it’s Paros."

Yuel added a Rank Ten beast core of his own.

"I’m betting on Paros too."

Then he looked toward Vincent with amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Your Highness, want to join the game too?"

Vincent looked at the increasingly absurd pile of wagers on the table, and the corner of his mouth twitched hard.

These shameless bastards.

So whenheentered earlier, they had been gambling on him too?

Vincent walked over and casually tossed down a Rank Ten beast core.

"I’m betting on Vangar."

Outside the door, Vangar stood there carefully adjusting the gauzy sleep robe he wore.

The nearly transparent silver-gray fabric was light as cicada wings, so weightless it barely felt like clothing at all. Under the corridor lights, it shimmered with scattered silver reflections, as though he had draped an entire galaxy over his body.

The robe featured a dangerously deep V-neck that plunged nearly to the center of his chest, openly displaying his sharply defined collarbones and the firm muscles sculpted through years of training.

The wide sleeves resembled ceremonial robes worn by ancient priests, elegant and flowing. Whenever he lifted his arms, the sleeves slid effortlessly down toward his elbows, revealing the powerful lines of his forearms.

A loose silver-gray sash, made from the same shimmering material, hung lazily around his waist. It accentuated the narrow strength of his body while simultaneously giving him an air of careless temptation.

One tug was all it would take to unravel it completely.

From the upper thigh downward, the sides of the robe were connected only by several thin silver chains. As he stood there, the strong, long muscles of his legs appeared intermittently between the gaps, concealed and revealed beneath the glimmering chains...

Standing outside the door, Vangar took a deep breath. Then he raised his hand and knocked once more.

Dressed like this... his little female master would definitely be pleased, right?

Vangar pressed his lips together nervously.

"Come in!" Rory’s voice drifted out from inside the room.

Vangar inhaled deeply again, lowered the handle, and pushed the door open... The next second, the room fell silent.

Yuel, Xarion, Jasper, Wen, and Vincent all turned toward him in unison.

"...Damn."

Jasper couldn’t stop himself from blurting out a curse.

Seriously.

Who would’ve thought? Vangar was even wilder than Yuel.

That outfit... Evenhe, as another man, was stunned speechless.

Vangar—the same man who normally carried himself like a rigid, emotionless iceberg—actually played harder than Yuel in private.

Yuel’s outfits were flashy and provocative in an obvious way.

But Vangar’s gauzy robe belonged to an entirely different realm of temptation.

The nearly transparent stardust fabric draped over him like a layer of moonlit mist, and paired with the glowing runic markings across his body, he looked less like a mortal and more like some divine being descended from the heavens.

"Why are all of you staring at me like that?"

Meeting their gazes, Vangar glanced at everyone’s casual clothes before a faint flush crept across his face.

Only Vincent was wearing a uniform. Everyone else looked completely relaxed and ordinary. Had he dressed a little too dramatically?

Still... His little female master seemed to love it. She was staring at him so intently that she almost looked dazed.

Seeing Rory’s reaction, a trace of secret delight rose in Vangar’s chest.

Fine. So what if it was a little dramatic? As long as his little female master liked it.

Besides, he had come here expecting to sleep beside her tonight anyway. Sooner or later, these clothes would come off once he got into bed.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, Vangar instantly calmed down.

Even the faint redness on his face disappeared.

"Female Master, I’m here."

Straightening his back, he began walking toward Rory with calm, steady steps.

With every movement, the silver chains hanging from the sides of his robe swayed softly, producing faint metallic chimes. Beneath the shifting light, the powerful muscles of his legs appeared and disappeared between the gaps, radiating dangerous allure.

Rory finally snapped back to reality.

Watching Vangar walk toward her step by step, her eyelid twitched violently.

Vangar, Vincent, and Yuel really had all graduated from the same training academy, hadn’t they?

Even though their outfits were completely different, their methods...

Well. Maybe not exactly copy-and-paste, but definitely from the same bloodline.

"Vangar, you—"

Rory had barely begun speaking when Vangar reached her and took hold of her hand.

"Female Master, you don’t need to say anything."

His voice was low and confident.

"I understand everything."

Then, before Rory could react, he bent down and scooped her directly into his arms.

"Female Master, I’ll carry you to bed."

Vangar genuinely thought his little female master was simply too shy to make the first move herself.

"Put me down right now—you misunderstood!"

Rory hurriedly struggled free from his arms.

Vincent immediately stepped forward and blocked Vangar’s path.

"Marshal, tonight we’re here to stay with Rory and watch over Terry. Nothing else."

Vangar widened his eyes and stared at Rory in utter disbelief.

"Female Master... what Vincent said... is true?"

Nothing else, really?

Then didn’t that mean the outfit he spent so much effort preparing was completely wasted?!

Rory nodded helplessly. "It’s true. You misunderstood, Vangar."

Truthfully, Rory genuinely hadn’t expected it. Vangar was somehow even bolder than Yuel.

That outfit... If there hadn’t been so many people in her room tonight, she absolutely would’ve...

Vangar stood frozen in place, his tall body completely rigid. A wave of scorching heat shot straight to the top of his head.