Melusine, Become my Noble Phantasm!

The luxurious carriage came to a halt outside a grand manor.

Its architecture blended classical Roman style with Christian symbols, reflecting the era's religious transition.

Noble ladies and young women gathered outside, some wearing daring, revealing outfits, others wrapped modestly and conservatively.

Religious tensions simmered beneath the surface, but this was a place of nobles.

To save face, no one allowed conflicts to erupt.

Some merely cast cold glances, avoiding conversation.

Aslan gently lifted the carriage curtain and whispered to Melusine beside him,

"Remember—now we're Madam Wilma's daughters. I am Aslan. Don't get my name wrong."

Melusine's smile never faltered since boarding.

Everything here was new and fascinating after leaving Britain—especially the clothes Aslan wore.

Choosing the right target to impersonate required care.

The lady they planned to replace was a devout Christian, so their disguise was modest.

Despite magic altering appearances, Aslan knew he was no master of such spells.

And which boy would willingly wear revealing women's clothing in public?

Fortunately, Aslan resembled Altria enough to pull off women's attire convincingly.

Wearing men's clothes might risk people thinking he was a woman in disguise, but he was a grown man—shouldn't he show some confidence?

The carriage stopped.

The coachman opened the door and laid out the step.

The lady stepped out first, gazing at the manor.

Aslan inhaled deeply.

This mission was unavoidable.

Time for a swift decision.

Aslan lifted his head slightly, his noble bearing unmistakable.

He was British royalty—no hiding his status, though he usually concealed it to enjoy freedom.

Today, he would show what nobility looked like.

His navy-blue gown was inlaid with black gems, and his chest was padded to mimic a woman's form.

Men's hips tended to be rounder, but Aslan's figure was near perfect.

Magic stretched and styled his hair atop his head.

His pale blue eyes were cold, warding off strangers, yet he radiated a regal, thorny elegance—like a black rose among blooms.

He noticed the glances his presence drew.

Summoning the poise Morgan had taught him on their travels, he touched the cross hanging around his neck.

A Christian noble with a cold, aloof demeanor—no one would dare disturb him.

His next step: locate the gem's storage and examine the metal fragments.

He bowed to the noble lady who had unknowingly handed him his opening, then prepared to act alone.

Melusine could communicate instantly via their contract ring, and her dragon speed would let her reach him swiftly.

He was no novice to danger.

Adjusting his shawl, Aslan cast a subtle spell to lower his magical presence.

As noble guests arrived, the banquet's atmosphere grew lively.

No one noticed a few missing invitees—especially strangers to the hostess.

Suddenly, a servant burst in, breathless and wide-eyed.

"Madam... Your Majesty... Your Majesty Lucius has arrived!"

The lady froze, whispering, "Lucius? That Lucius?"

A commotion rose near the gate.

Screams erupted as crowds fell to their knees.

A man with fiery red hair strode through, wearing a ceremonial military uniform and a sword at his waist.

He radiated rebellion and authority.

All eyes turned to him.

The noble lady gasped, hands over her mouth.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty Lucius!"

She knelt immediately.

Though curious why the emperor crashed a women-only banquet, she recalled his willful nature.

Strong and headstrong, he answered only to himself.

Lucius surveyed the assembled noblewomen with undisguised interest.

As emperor of Rome, he'd seen countless beauties, and none stirred him.

He shrugged at his aides.

"Is this the banquet you boasted of, where all the beauties of Rome gather? It's nothing to me."

One attendant scratched his head, exasperated.

"Your Majesty... The Elders' Council urges you often. You are 27 and still without a queen or heir..."

Lucius casually lifted a glass of fine wine, indifferent to the eyes and desires of the women around him.

"Don't trouble me with that. Fate will decide."

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