The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

The common room settled into a calm quiet as the group concluded their strategy meeting. Mikhailis leaned back in his chair, letting out a relaxed sigh as the firelight flickered over his glasses. The day's tension was beginning to ebb, replaced by the inevitable practicalities of their situation—three rooms for six people. He absently traced the rim of his glass with a finger, his mind still processing the conversation's weighty implications.

Around the table, the others were similarly reflective. Rhea leaned forward, elbows on the wooden surface, her sharp eyes scanning the map one last time before folding it neatly. Estella adjusted her gloves, her elegant features unreadable but her movements deliberate, like she was cataloging every detail of the plan. Cerys sat with her arms crossed, her usual stoicism tinged with a hint of weariness, though her gaze remained steady. Lira, ever poised, leaned casually against the chair's back, her black ponytail swaying slightly as she cast a glance at Mikhailis, her lips quirking upward as though sharing a private joke.

The comfortable lull was broken by Vyrelda, who stood abruptly, crossing her arms with a determined glare aimed squarely at Mikhailis.

"I'm not sharing a room with you," she declared, her voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.

"Your prince-like antics are more than I can tolerate."

Mikhailis barely concealed a smirk, tipping his chair back precariously.

At least she's consistent, he mused.

"Well, that's disappointing," he replied lightly, his tone laced with mock regret.

"I was hoping we could bond over late-night philosophical debates."

"Bond?" Vyrelda's voice carried an edge of disdain.

"Delusion must be your favorite pastime." Without another word, she turned on her heel and strode toward the stairs, her departure punctuated by the sharp thud of boots on wood.

The silence she left behind hung briefly before Mikhailis let out a low chuckle.

"Well, that's one problem solved," he quipped, turning his attention back to the remaining four women. His grin widened mischievously.

"So, who's next? Room assignments, anyone?"

Estella, always poised, cleared her throat.

"It only makes sense for me to room with you, Your Highness. After all, ensuring you're well-rested is essential for tomorrow's mission."

"Oh, please," Lira interjected smoothly, her black ponytail swaying as she leaned against the back of her chair.

"I'm his maid. It's my duty to attend to him. The rest of you can sort yourselves out."

"Duty?" Cerys's voice was calm but edged with blunt skepticism.

"I don't trust any of you to keep things professional. I'll stay with him to make sure there's no… misunderstanding."

Rhea, ever direct, folded her arms and leaned forward.

"I'm the most reliable guard here. If anyone should be keeping an eye on him, it's me."

The tension in the room thickened as the four women exchanged pointed looks. Mikhailis could barely hold back his grin as he watched the unfolding drama.

Who knew room arrangements could be this entertaining?

"Ladies, ladies," he said, raising a hand, his tone dripping with mock diplomacy.

"Let's settle this like civilized people. A lottery. Simple, fair, and no need for bloodshed. Besides," he added with a grin, "I'd hate to see you all wasting energy over something so trivial. Save it for the real fights."

"A lottery?" Estella arched a skeptical brow.

"And how do you propose we conduct this?"

"Everyone contributes an item," Mikhailis explained, straightening in his chair.

"We'll draw lots. Fate decides the rest. Unless you're all afraid of a little randomness?"

Lira's lips curved into a sly smile.

"Fine by me." She reached into her pocket and produced a small, smooth pebble.

"Let's see who fate favors tonight."

Estella sighed but removed an elegant ribbon from her wrist.

"I suppose this will do."

Rhea rummaged through her belongings and pulled out a simple brass coin.

"I'm in."

Cerys, after a brief pause, unhooked a small silver clasp from her cloak.

"This should suffice."

Mikhailis collected the items with an amused grin, dropping them into his upturned hat.

"Alright, everyone ready?"

The women nodded, their eyes fixed on the hat as Mikhailis gave it an exaggerated shake, the soft swish of items within amplifying the tension. One by one, they leaned forward, hands dipping into the hat as their expressions grew a mix of anticipation and determination. Estella drew first, her face unreadable as she revealed the elegant ribbon she had offered.

"Well, that's one down," Mikhailis quipped, his grin growing as Estella arched a brow, clearly unimpressed by the result.

Next was Rhea, her movements efficient and precise as she pulled out the brass coin. A small smirk tugged at her lips, but it quickly faded as she saw her token.

"Guess I'm out," she muttered, sitting back with a resigned shrug.

Cerys followed, her posture stiff and deliberate, as though this was a battlefield strategy. She unhooked her silver clasp from the hat and sighed, placing it back on her cloak.

"Figures," she muttered under her breath, though her tone carried no real sting.

Finally, it came down to Lira. The remaining three women watched with a mix of curiosity and faint frustration as she approached the hat, her confident stride and playful smirk radiating certainty. Lira's hand dipped in, and she hesitated for a moment, drawing out the anticipation further.

"Drumroll, please," Mikhailis joked, tapping his fingers against the table. The tension broke with soft laughter, though their eyes remained fixed on her hand.

When she finally revealed her chosen item, the small pebble she had offered, Lira raised it triumphantly above her head.

"Looks like the stars align in my favor," she declared, grinning from ear to ear. Her theatrical bow to the others was met with varying reactions: Estella sighed, smoothing her dress with the air of someone resigned to their fate, while Rhea muttered, "Just like usual," sharing a wry smile with Estella.

"Looks like it's you and me again, Milady," Rhea said, her tone dry but not unkind.

Cerys crossed her arms, leaning back and muttering, "Absurd," though the faintest hint of a smirk betrayed her amusement.

Mikhailis, meanwhile, clapped his hands together, his laughter warm and genuine.

"Well, fate has spoken. Congratulations, Lira, champion of the first-ever room lottery. Use your victory wisely."

She pulled out her own pebble and held it up triumphantly.

Cerys crossed her arms, muttering under her breath.

"Absurd."

Mikhailis chuckled, rising from his chair with an exaggerated stretch.

"Glad we could resolve that so amicably," he said, casting a playful glance at the others.

"Don't be salty about the outcome, though. We've got plenty of days ahead to sort out room arrangements—plenty of time to bond, bicker, or plot revenge."

His grin widened as he clapped his hands together.

"But for now, how about dinner? I'm starving, and I'd rather not face tomorrow's challenges on an empty stomach. Let's celebrate a lottery well-fought and focus on surviving the stew. It's probably the second-toughest opponent we'll face this week."

Dinner in the common room was a lively affair. The earlier tension had melted away, replaced by camaraderie and light-hearted teasing. Plates of steaming stew and fresh bread filled the table, and the clink of mugs punctuated bursts of laughter.

"So, Your Highness," Estella began, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Are you always this… unconventional?"

"Unconventional?" he echoed, feigning offense.

"I prefer to think of it as adaptable. Besides, chaos keeps things interesting."

Lira smirked, leaning back in her chair.

"Is that your excuse for everything?"

"Absolutely," Mikhailis said with a grin.

"And it works every time."

Rhea rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips.

"You're impossible."

"Impossible or indispensable?" he countered, raising his mug in mock toast.

Cerys, sitting quietly at the end of the table, finally spoke.

"You talk a lot, but can you back it up tomorrow?"

Mikhailis's grin widened.

"Cerys, my dear Lone Wolf, you'll just have to wait and see."

Estella chuckled, sipping her wine.

"He's got a point. Love him or hate him, he's rarely boring."

Lira leaned closer to Mikhailis, her voice low enough to draw attention but not interrupt the overall conversation.

"Careful, Your Highness. They might actually start liking you."

Mikhailis turned to her, his tone mock-serious.

"The horror."

Laughter rippled through the group, but beneath the humor, subtle glances revealed underlying tensions. Estella and Lira exchanged a brief look, the unspoken rivalry clear in their eyes. Cerys's gaze lingered on Mikhailis a moment too long before she quickly looked away. Rhea, ever the pragmatic one, seemed content to watch the dynamic unfold with a faint smirk.

This is going to get complicated, Mikhailis thought, though the realization didn't bother him as much as it probably should have.

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After dinner, the group dispersed to their respective rooms. Estella, Rhea, and Cerys lingered in the hallway, their expressions varying degrees of annoyed as Lira cheerfully opened the door to the room she'd share with Mikhailis.

"Unbelievable," Cerys muttered, shaking her head.

Estella sighed, smoothing her hair.

"It's just one night. Let's not dwell on it."

Inside the room, Lira set down her belongings and turned to Mikhailis with a triumphant smile.

"I have a surprise for you."

Mikhailis raised an eyebrow.

"Should I be worried?"

She held up a small tray with a delicate dessert.

"Your favorite. I requested it from the innkeeper earlier."

Mikhailis blinked, genuinely surprised.

"You… know me so well that I love a dessert after a great meal,"

Lira's smile softened.

"Of course. It's part of my job, isn't it?"

He chuckled, moving to prepare tea.

"You're too good to me, Lira."

As the tea steeped, the two settled onto the sofa, the warm glow of the lantern casting soft light across the room. They shared the dessert in comfortable silence for a moment before Mikhailis spoke.

"Lira, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

He hesitated, his usual bravado giving way to something more vulnerable.

"Why are you so infatuated with me? You're smart, capable, elegant… Surely you could do better."

Lira's eyes widened briefly before she laughed softly.

"Now that's a rare question. Better? Your Highness, do you even hear yourself?"

But Mikhailis stay silent.

"I'm serious," he said, his tone uncharacteristically earnest.

Her expression softened, and she set her teacup down.

"You want to know why?"

He nodded, suddenly nervous.

"Because you're kind," she said simply.

"You're intelligent, but you don't lord it over others. You joke and tease, but when it matters, you're serious. You… you saved me. And not just my life… you gave me purpose. I've admired you ever since. NOt just me, I bet you saved those girls in some other moments as well just like when you saved Cerys and fell together from the cliff," Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

Mikhailis averted his gaze, clearly embarrassed.

She's way too good at this.

"Don't look away," Lira teased, a playful grin lighting up her face.

"It's not every day I get to see you flustered."

He glanced back at her, recovering quickly with a smirk.

"Teasing your lord? Bold move, Lira."

"Bold is what I do best," she replied, leaning closer.

Their gazes locked, the teasing atmosphere giving way to something deeper. Slowly, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. The world seemed to fall away as the kiss deepened, their fingers intertwining as they pressed closer, the unspoken tension between them finally breaking free.

In that moment, nothing else mattered—not the mission, not the Technomancer League, not the looming dangers ahead. For now, there was only them.