Village Head's Debauchery

Certainly, even though his strength was bound to increase with time, and he would still have to contend with other clan heirs, some stronger and some weaker, the fact remained that as a twenty-one-year-old Tier four Crystal Adept, he was considered a genius.

"ZEPHYRION!!!" Elara exclaimed from her seat as she swiftly ascended into the sky, landing precisely where her son lay, allowing her to kneel down and assess his condition.

Observing this, Garnet couldn't help but release a weary sigh, knowing that his wife would certainly reprimand him for their son's current state.

After all, he was the one who had devised the plan that had led to Zephyrion's condition. Furrowing his brows into a frown, he subtly shifted the blame onto his son.

It should have been common sense for Zephyrion not to underestimate an opponent whose strength and abilities were unknown.

Meanwhile, on the stage below, all Orion had initially sensed was a faint vibration on the stage. In the next instant, a powerful gust of wind rushed in from all directions, prompting him to instinctively shut his eyes. When he reopened them moments later, he found himself greeted by a completely altered scene before him.

In front of him stood the woman Princess Crystalia had mentioned as the Clan Mistress of the Gemheart clan, Elara Gemheart. She wore a vibrant violet dress, daringly short, which only reached the upper half of her voluptuous wide buttocks, revealing her crimson panties that clung sensually to her waist.

Orion, ever watchful to avoid any awkward situations in a room full of stunning women who had each exposed their panties, managed to keep his composure as he noticed the outline of her curves beneath the dress.

When she turned to face him, her dress pressed against her, revealing the subtle contours of her body, including the outline of her pointed nipples.

Orion had exercised restraint upon entering the banquet, avoiding prolonged stares at any woman, but now, with the opportunity to observe the stern yet beautiful expression of the woman before him, he couldn't help but appreciate her ample assets, seeing as she was thick... incredibly thick...

While they were far from matching those of his wives back in the village, they were still considerable, even enough to rival or challenge the Queen's.

Elara, however, managed to quell her anger as she glared at the young man with a mixture of frustration and understanding.

She recognized that it was her son who had acted recklessly, driven by his father's foolish plan, and blaming Orion for the injury would be one-sided, especially when her own son had chosen to underestimate his opponent and take such a blow head-on without assessing the full extent of the opponent's punch.

Elara couldn't help but sigh internally, wondering, 'Why do both father and son have to be so foolish?' She decided to rise from her kneeling position when she noticed two more members of the Gemheart clan approaching the stage, presumably to check on the condition of their young heir.

She waited until they had reached Zephyrion and helped him off the stage before turning her gaze back to Orion.

"You've won, and I promise that the Gemheart Clan will keep its word," she said, her tone firm. "For now, I must ensure the well-being of the Gemheart young heir. See you later."

Orion nodded in response, taking a moment to admire her dick-erecting backside as she turned and walked away.

After witnessing this tense confrontation, sighs of relief escaped the lips of many guests who had feared that the situation might escalate further when they saw someone jump down from their seats.

To their surprise, it was the Clan Mistress of the Gemheart Clan.

"Well, that was certainly entertaining," Queen Selene remarked, a touch of amusement in her voice.

She had never been particularly fond of the Gemheart clan, so Orion's actions had brought a refreshing sensation to her heart.

She couldn't help but narrow her eyes at Orion and mutter, "He's strong." As she observed him, she noticed the absence of any magical energy emanating from him, indicating that he had accomplished all this solely with his physical prowess, without relying on any external assistance or clan specialities.

On the stage, Orion had already turned around, preparing to descend the steps and return to his seat. But just as he was about to leave...

"WAIT!!"

A young woman's voice echoed through the grand amphitheatre, and all eyes turned toward her.

She bolted from her seat, sprinting down the steps without hesitation until she reached the edge of the seating area. With a graceful leap, she soared into the air and landed in front of Orion on the golden-veined crystal stage.

As she appeared, a chorus of excited voices erupted from the guests' seats.

"It's Maya Luminous! The second young heiress of the Luminaris clan! She's only nineteen years old, but they say she's already a Tier four Crystal Adept!"

"Wait! A nineteen-year-old Tier four Crystal Adept! Are you kidding me?"

"Humph! If you don't believe me, wait until you hear how powerful her older sister is. And don't bother asking, I tried to check, but I couldn't find anything."

"Hmm, that's strange!"

Maya scrutinized the young man in front of her, examining him closely.

Her elder sister had initially tried to stop her from coming out, but how could she stay away?

After witnessing the Clan Heir of the Gemheart clan being defeated by a foreigner as young as they were, especially after he had previously beaten the oldest heir of the Quartzwraith clan, she wanted to confirm one thing before proceeding with her plan.

"Excuse me, Mr Foreigner. My name is Maya Luminous, the second eldest clan heiress of the Luminaris clan. I'd like to ask for your name, and if possible, your age," Maya asked as she observed the foreigner examining her.

Orion was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the young woman as he was heading back to his seat.