Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 583 - 420: The Fiancée is No Longer Pure??? (4)

Chapter 583: Chapter 420: The Fiancée is No Longer Pure??? (4)

Fiancé?

Pfft!

Upon hearing these words, Asina and Silf, two extremely beautiful women, nearly burst out laughing at the same moment.

Asina opened her chestnut-colored eyes wide, staring dumbfounded at the handsome and elegant youth before her. If one looked closely, they would even notice that this young man possessed long, pointed ears similar to Silf’s, marking him as an ancestral elf. Then, she glanced at Silf: "Silf, did you have a fiancé?"

"After working together for so long, I had no idea."

Silf herself was also stunned, frantically shaking her hands and stuttering with a voice that was sharp and slightly faltering, "No, no, no, no, don’t joke about this. How could I possibly have a fiancé? I don’t even know about it."

Who is this person?

He seems to be an elf.

But Silf was very certain that she did not know this man.

She didn’t even know his name, so how could he possibly be her fiancé?

However, it seemed that the man did recognize her, at least he knew her name. What exactly was going on?

For a moment, Silf felt particularly suspicious and somewhat panicked. She completely ignored the youth in front of her, who seemed a bit sad because of her denial, and stared intently at Asina: "Asina, you mustn’t spread rumors, especially don’t let Qin Chu find out."

Asina couldn’t help but give a wry smile. Was that what Silf was worried about?

But wasn’t the sudden appearance of a fiancé an even more important issue to clarify?

"Don’t worry, I think Qin Chu wouldn’t distance himself from you just because you have a fiancé," Asina said with certainty.

After all, Antasia had once been the Prince’s fiancée.

Norma was still Karsas’s fiancée, right?

Helois and Iyeta were even the favored individuals of the Demon Prince Diaberlic.

Qin Chu probably wouldn’t care about such a trivial matter, unless this so-called fiancé went to provoke Qin Chu himself. Otherwise, with Qin Chu’s personality, he wouldn’t even know how he died.

Just think about the Prince, Karsas, Diaberlic... none of them ended well.

"But... but still no, you absolutely, absolutely must not tell Qin Chu, understand?" Silf insisted vehemently.

Although Qin Chu might not mind, Silf didn’t want to leave any bad impression in his heart, not a single bit.

The elf youth in front of them narrowed his eyes into slits.

Silf’s denial and rejection saddened him, but what made him even more uncomfortable was the name that had come from Silf’s lips, Qin Chu?

Who was this guy?

He wasn’t quite sure, but he had a vague feeling that he had heard the name somewhere.

Had Silf fallen for this Qin Chu? Otherwise, why would she care so much about Qin Chu’s feelings?

No, Silf was his fiancée.

He would not allow anyone to take his beloved away, not for all the honor of the Elf King!

Watching Silf care so much about Qin Chu’s opinion, a sour tinge of jealousy arose in his heart.

But he would not show such an ugly emotion as jealousy in front of Silf, maintaining instead the image of an elegant gentleman: "Miss Silph, have you really forgotten?"

"My name is Alfred..."

"Who?" Silf flipped her hair back, replying very crisply, without even the slightest hint of hesitation: "Don’t know!"

The man named Alfred’s lips trembled slightly, as he felt a dark flame churning fiercely in his chest, but he still endured: "Have you forgotten? Like you, I’m an ancestral elf."

"We were both captured by a slave trader to be sold to a Great Noble in the Oville Empire."

"It was you who suddenly awakened and unleashed great Strength, killing the slave traders and those damned guards. You even led the Empire’s City Guard away, giving us a chance to escape."

Silf was somewhat bewildered. Huh? Was there such a thing?

She rubbed her golden hair irritably; her memory wasn’t clear.

It had been so long.

Vaguely though, she did recall there were several ancestral elves captured with her, as ancestral elves were a rare existence in this world, the most precious and status-reflecting pets for the Nobles, and worth a fortune.

Although Silf remembered there were indeed a few ancestral elves smaller than her who were captured, she could not remember their faces or what they looked like at all.

"When we were leaving, you patted my head and told me to take the others and run quickly..."

"We made a promise that once I was grown and of age, you would become my wife. You even said ’yes’ three times. Have you really forgotten?"

Asina’s mouth hung slightly open, her head filled with question marks.

Is this guy, like, dumb?

Yes, yes, yes...

Silf must have been giving a hasty affirmation out of irritation, and you took it seriously?

As for Silf, she was even more bewildered, her hand fiercely tapping her head. Did she really say that? But why couldn’t she remember it at all?

She couldn’t recall anything.

Alfred’s expression became increasingly passionate, and he even took another step towards Silf: "Miss Silph, I have been thinking of you all these years, striving to become an elf worthy of you."

"I desperately cultivated to enhance my own strength, and in recent years I even assisted the King of Exeter in suppressing rebellions within the kingdom."

"The King wanted to marry the Princess to me, but I refused because I have eyes only for Miss Silph."

"Eventually, the King conferred upon me the title of Elf King, making me the only Alien Surname King in Exeter Kingdom."

"Now, whether it is status, strength, or position, I should have grown into a man worthy of Miss Silph, so... please marry me."

The handsome Elf stepped forward again, one hand across his chest, displaying a thousand kinds of devoted affection.

Silph and Asina were already extremely beautiful, and with the addition of another handsome and charming Elf, a large crowd of onlookers had quickly gathered around.

Alfred, in the Exeter Kingdom, was quite the celebrity, too.

All of a sudden, many people around were loudly egging on the proposal, shouting "Marry him, marry him" one after another.

With a near-perfect face that was hard to fault, coupled with great strength and the status of an Alien Surname King, facing such a marriage proposal, there probably aren’t many women who could resist, right?

However, clearly, Silph was not one of them.

Alfred’s passion only made Silph feel irritated.

And the teasing from the crowd only angered Silph, even raising a desire to kill within her.

Who I marry is none of your business; who are you to cheer from the sidelines?

But this place was not the Empire, and she did not want to create too much of a disturbance here.

Taking a deep breath, Silph stepped back once more, avoiding Alfred’s eager hand and leaving it hanging in midair, neither continuing to reach out nor withdrawing, looking particularly awkward.

"Alfred, is it?"

"Those events were too long ago; I barely remember them."

"Even if I did agree to you back then, it was probably just to get you to leave quickly."

"Now, I already have a beloved master, so I cannot accept your proposal."

Alfred’s pupils contracted slightly, and his lips were twitching so subtly they were barely discernible to the naked eye.

Rejected?

He was actually rejected?

For Alfred, this was indeed a rare experience.

A beloved master?

Then he looked at the maid costume on Silph.

Could it be that Miss Silph, whom he had yearned for, had already become someone’s... yes, that Qin Chu’s maid?

In an instant, intense jealousy and rage surged through Alfred’s heart.

He knew some of the customs of the Empire.

Maids, to a large extent, were also lovers of their masters, tasked with the job of satisfying their masters’ desires.

Could it be that he had already lost the purity of the Silph he admired so deeply?

In that moment, Alfred felt darkness before his eyes and even felt as though he might faint, his breathing growing more and more rapid.

Was it that bastard Qin Chu who had taken Silph’s purity?

Damnable, damnable, damnable...

Although he had never met Qin Chu and didn’t even know who he truly was, Alfred’s heart was already filled with intense hate and murderous intent toward the man.

"Haha, who would have thought, really, who would have thought."

"The Alfred that so many beautiful ladies in the Kingdom admire, actually has a day when he is rejected; if those ladies knew, they would be heartbroken."

Just then, a frivolous voice suddenly came from behind.

Just by hearing the voice, Alfred already felt a bit helpless and a headache coming on; he knew who the owner of the voice was.

"Tsk, what a pity, I should have recorded this precious moment with a Magic Image."

Accompanied by that frivolous yet clear voice, a thin figure cloaked in the distinctive Magic Robe of the Nobility emerged from behind.

That face, not particularly handsome, but the sort that grows on one the more they look.

The longer one noticed him, the more one could sense his Charm.

He had deep blue eyes and a nose as sharp as an eagle’s beak, his skin unnaturally pale as if it was a wall.

His slightly longer brown hair curled naturally.

With an exaggerated smile on his face, his gaze swept over Silph and Asina, finally resting on Asina.

Silph was his good friend’s sighting; although she was a beautiful Elf, he could not bring himself to steal another man’s wife, but this Magician seemed quite nice.

Her grace and allure were something he had never encountered before.

This woman was clearly the type that could drive a man to frenzy in bed until he passed out.

And he liked that best of all.

With a smile curled on his lips, he reached out for Asina’s hand, seemingly intending a kiss on the hand.

That disgusting manner made Asina feel an urge to throw up everything she had eaten the day before; she really wanted to cast Black Death on this guy.