Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Chapter 318 318 Lucky?

"We have a vast expanse of barren land in the suburbs. This land is collectively funded by us all, and I think we give this expanse of land to the Russell family."

The pronouncement hung in the air, and the guests mulled over Reaves' proposition. Madeline, silent but attentive, felt a glimmer of satisfaction. The barren land, though seemingly inconspicuous, was a gesture of restitution.

However, Selina, ever vigilant and skeptical, scrutinized the proposal. She wasn't content with what Reaves had presented. To her, it seemed like a ploy, a thinly veiled attempt to placate the Russel family without truly relinquishing valuable holdings.

"Well, Reaves," Selina interjected, her tone laced with skepticism. "I know the land you refer to. That barren and deserted land currently has no value, and I am sure everyone here knows that."

The tension escalated as Selina questioned the sincerity of Reaves' proposal. Madeline observed the unfolding dynamics, her mind a tapestry of strategic calculations.

"It is because of this that the other families stopped developing it. Are you trying to see the Russel family as a dumping ground?" Selina accused, her words cutting through the uneasy silence.

Before Reaves could respond, a noblewoman, draped in opulent attire, entered the fray. With an air of condescension, she addressed Selina, exhaling smoke from a luxurious cigarette holder.

"Well, if it isn't the ungrateful outcast," she remarked sarcastically. "I think you should be content with Reaves' proposition. That land has been developed by everyone here, and you are so lucky to even receive it."

Selina's eyes flashed with an intensity that mirrored the blaze of anger kindled within her. The noblewoman's contemptuous words lingered in the air like a noxious cloud, tainting the atmosphere of the opulent banquet hall. 

A defiant spirit surged within Selina, an unyielding determination to confront the arrogance that dripped from every syllable uttered.

lightsnοvεl The noblewoman, shrouded in an extravagant ensemble, carried an air of entitlement that seemed to echo through the hall. 

Despite the tension that brewed around her, her demeanor remained unshaken, as if she reveled in the discomfort her words had sown. The collective gasp of the assembly bore witness to the audacity of her proclamation.

"Your return to these levels is just by luck, and you guys are just fortunate to be here. You won't be so lucky every time," she declared with a disdainful sneer, her eyes locking onto Selina as if challenging her to defy the implicit insult.

Nexus, standing beside Selina, felt a surge of indignation rise within him. His mind churned with a tempest of retorts and condemnations, each word sharper than the last. "How dare she insult us in this manner," Nexus seethed internally, his gaze fixated on the woman who dared to belittle them.

The smoking woman, known for her fearsome reputation, had transformed into an embodiment of danger. Tales of her wrath echoed through the whispers of those who feared the consequences of crossing her path. Nexus couldn't help but acknowledge the palpable threat she posed, both in her formidable presence and the ominous aura that surrounded her.

Intriguingly, amidst the fear, the woman possessed an undeniable allure. Her fair skin glowed like burnished gold, accentuating her striking eyes that seemed to pierce through the elaborate façade of the banquet hall. Nexus couldn't deny the surreal beauty that commanded attention, even as the undertones of menace lingered.

The opulence of the hall seemed to fade into the background as Nexus observed the woman's exaggerated hourglass figure. Her garments struggled to contain the fullness of her breasts, which spilled over with unapologetic abundance. The contrast of her slim waist against the voluptuous curves hinted at an ethereal grace, a paradox that left onlookers both captivated and uneasy.

Her hips, expansive and prominent, added to the mesmerizing dance of her movements. Nexus, like the others in attendance, found his gaze involuntarily drawn to the hypnotic sway that accompanied her every step. She embodied an artistry that transcended the boundaries of conventional beauty, a spectacle that demanded attention even in the midst of a brewing confrontation.

Yet, despite the allure, the assembly hesitated to linger on her visage. The fear of incurring her wrath overshadowed the transient fascination, a testament to the delicate balance between beauty and peril that defined the woman. The fear of her menacing demeanor, coupled with the mystery of her lethal companion, restrained even the most audacious gazes.

Apart from her menacing attitude she also always carried along with her a small pale green snake that always sat and coiled around her shoulder.

Amidst the captivating display, Nexus's attention was drawn to the unexpected companion—the small, pale green snake coiled around the woman's shoulder. 

His analytical mind kicked into gear as he scrutinized the serpent, noting the dull green scales adorned with intricate patterns. The snake, a silent sentinel of potential danger, added an element of mystery to the unfolding drama.

"This is a very dangerous snake," Nexus concluded, acknowledging the lethal potential that such a creature wielded. The venomous reputation of the serpent loomed in his thoughts, a silent threat that could turn the tide of the entire gathering."The venom alone from this snake should be able to kill this entire room of people" He thought.

As Nexus grappled with the implications of the snake's presence, a singular question echoed in his mind: "Who is this woman?" Her enigmatic aura, coupled with the fearsome reputation and the striking presence of her serpentine companion, left Nexus both intrigued and wary.

Selina's eyes blazed with a vehement intensity, her disdain for the woman written across her face like an indelible mark. The noblewoman, unruffled by Selina's evident anger, stood her ground with an air of superiority that seemed to envelop her like an impermeable shield.

"What do you take us for?" Selina shouted, her voice echoing through the opulent hall. "I always knew you were trouble, Mary Kay, and we have known to stay clear of you. We were never in your business, so what gives you the right to talk to us in that manner?"

Mary Kay, with an air of nonchalance, retorted, "How dare you raise your voice at me? Just because you were lucky to be invited to this gathering doesn't mean you and I are on the same level."

Selina's laughter cut through the tension in the room, a sharp sound that conveyed both defiance and confidence. "Lucky? There is nothing lucky about my friend Madeline's return, and there is nothing lucky about the fact that my drugstore is your largest competitor."

Gasps filled the room, and Nexus, ever the observant newcomer, absorbed the unfolding drama. His analytical mind pieced together the fragments of information, realizing that Mary Kay was not merely a formidable noblewoman but also the owner of one of Castra City's major drugstores. 

On the other hand, Selina, with her shrewd business acumen, had become Mary Kay's fierce rival.

"What?" Mary Kay's façade of indifference cracked, revealing a hint of vulnerability. "You? My competitor? You dare compare your little drugstore to mine?" Her laughter, tinged with insecurity, betrayed the impact of Selina's revelation.

Selina, however, maintained an unwavering smile, her eyes fixed on Mary Kay's. She had pierced through the veil of the noblewoman's composed exterior, and she relished the revelation of vulnerability beneath.