Galaxy's First Ruler

Aldrich's request was absurd, but he also knew that it would get accepted anyhow.

And as per his guess, Tyra didn't even think about it. A huge smile came upon her face as he gladly nodded and replied.

"Of course! I am sure she will be here on time."

The music had almost ended, and all couples were moving off of the main dancing area. From the corner of his eyes, Aldrich noticed Amalia coming towards them. He had already glanced at her at the beginning, and his second glance seemed to have ticked her off.

Aldrich put his right hand off Tyra's waist and paused the dance. He gave a slight nod to Amalia, making Tyra aware of the presence behind her. The dull-looking Viscount from House Divine Enclosure bowed and shyly greeted.

"Miss Amalia! Apology for keeping Viscount Aldrich to myself for so long."

"Hehe! No worries. I hope you had your fun," Amalia winked.

As Amalia came to stand beside Aldrich, all Dreamers backed off the stage. Aldrich saw Tyra moving off to Ingegerds' side, but not before receiving an intense hateful stare from Vivi and Sonja. Harold appeared on stage and looked at Aldrich and his daughter. His child-like voice again resounded throughout the Great Hall.

"Now let the two brilliant have a dance. Then we will proceed to the main event and call it a night."

The Dreamers became silent, and Aldrich handed his right hand to Amalia. The dance was still the basse, but the music felt more intimate than the previous one. Aldrich put his hand on Amalia's waist and tried to lead her in a short but graceful move.

But…

Amalia jerked his body towards her, making their body rub each other. The distance between them was so close that it couldn't even be called distance anymore. Aldrich felt Amalia's breath on his face through the mask, but he didn't shy away. The red-eyed beauty kept smiling throughout the dance, saying no words or showing any hint of shyness.

The dance ended in the same position it had started. Aldrich and Amalia had glided in a circle, almost showing everyone the closeness they shared. Amalia finally loosened her grip on Aldrich, making him move back, and followed him to the center of the dancing area.

With their one hand on each other, Aldrich and Amalia bowed towards the six chairs occupied by the high-ranked Dreamers and Ancient Oracle. The seemingly 14-year-old had her eyes closed, but only Aldrich knew that there was a fit of deep hidden anger contained behind her closed eyelids. The anger bubbling in Rosalia's heart made even the Devil greatcoat on his body savor its flavor.

Following this customary bow, they then bowed in the rest of the three directions towards the audience.

Clap-Clapp!!!

The sound of clapping, for a moment, overshadowed the music in the background. The two Earls and Marquesses stood up and moved towards the Conference Hall, following the lead of a few Recordless. From one corner, Trifon's clone made his way towards the group, and Aldrich too took a step. But Amalia didn't let go of his hand.

"As a member of…"

Aldrich tried to explain, but Amalia just giggled and spoke.

"Hehe! Yeah, yeah. Let them handle that boring bestowment whatever. Won't you accompany me for a walk?!"

"But…"

Aldrich would never miss this opportunity to have some time alone with Amalia. Not after he decided to make a bitch out of that prophecy. Yet, he had to pretend that there were things more important than a walk that needed his attention.

And it seemed, even Amalia had been preparing for this walk of theirs. She took a step towards the main door of the Great Hall and muttered.

"Come on, don't worry! I have already taken permission from my father."

Aldrich shook his head and followed her out of the manor, but still showed a reluctant look on his face.

Outside the manor, the immediate surroundings were covered with countless guards and Recordless. Two paths parted in front of them just as they left the manor behind. The left was leading to the area where various spaceships and flying beasts were parked. And the right one directly went to the rose field surrounding the Manor.

As Aldrich led her away from the sound of music until it became a low hum, Amalia gazed at the stars and the distant moon in the sky. But despite the size of the planet, it had only one moon.

Houuu!

A low breeze hit their faces, and with it came the sweet and refreshing smell of millions of roses. Amalia took a deep breath, and to Aldrich, it felt like a person letting go of their entire worries.

Amalia was wearing a fancy black long skirt glazed with golden threads on its edges. Under the white moonlight, and among the roses, she was like a bumblebee, buzzing around in search of the sweet nectar.

"I heard Viscount… I mean… Count Trifon and the late Viscount Rayko were in Death Separation. And this too, that he had just returned a week ago."

As the young lady "hovered" over the sheet of roses, she brought up this irrelevant topic. Yes, this topic was truly irrelevant to Aldrich, because he already knew what Amalia wanted to ask him. But for the sake of maintaining his facade, he had to show a shocked expression.

And usually, these expressions came out as a gaped mouth and raised eyebrows.

Seeing the expected emotions on Aldrich's face, Amalia giggled.

"Hehe! Don't make that face. It isn't much."

Aldrich closed his mouth, and his brows flattened to their position. He walked alongside her and asked.

"Then what is the reason for you to bring that topic?"

"Hehe! You are indeed smart as father said."

Aldrich said nothing in reply to this passive comment from Amalia. He waited as the hum coming from behind them got lost in the slight breeze, and Amalia turned to face him.

There was still playfulness on her face, but she wasn't giggling anymore. Playing with locks of her hair, and curling them as if they were coiled snakes, Amalia asked.

"Is it true that you grew up in Death Separation?"