Secret Society: Raising Calamity Class Disciples

For the first time, Xavier's face showed a reaction. It was of surprise and confusion. "What do you mean? I have been sin-", he coughed. "I have never married anyone in my life."

Eulene kept staring at her for a few more seconds before finally looking away. In the midst of a plethora of negative emotions, she faced relief.

At least she was the only one. Her face became red yet again. She restrained from slapping herself and composed herself. But her thoughts continued to run wild. Her turbulent emotions dulled her senses and her miss something from the environment.

Xavier's heartbeat—it was missing.

Inside Xavier's chest. Multiple spikes protruded from his ribs and punctured the heart.

Being an acting maestro, Xavier had the perfect control over his countenance, but the heart—not so much.

From the beginning, he knew that Eulene would get the deportation verdict. And he knew what 'The Thirteenth'—no, its core supreme artefacts were capable of. Even beings like them—Calamity Classes—could lose their lives if not careful enough.

Hence, the citizenship was an absolute necessity, especially since David knew of Eulene's existence.

Even though he was confident of remaining unscathed if the Thirteenth targeted Eulene, for some reasons, he did not want her to be harmed.

He had already devised his plan of marriage before. And he hid this from Eulene because if she knew, she might have not agreed to even give the office a visit.

He was nervous all night. For the first time in his over two hundred years of life, even if it was for another motive, he was going to propose someone. But he consoled himself and built confidence. It was just proposing a girl. How hard could it get? He had accomplished impossible things before.

But how wrong he was. When he heard the word 'deport' from Eulene's mouth, he knew it was time.

But when he was about to say those three 'easy' words, he felt that his heart was about to jump out. Having no choice, to convince Eulene this was just a setting, he 'deactivated' his own heart and began to direct his blood flow through hydromancy.

Even now, there was a storm behind his straight face.

He was engaged! Was he really going to get married? And why did that witch look even prettier today?

What was he thinking?!

What do married men do? He has always been a man of pure science, not social science. He had even authored books—romance books before. But as they say, authors write things they could never get in real life. :')

He suddenly had an idea. He opened the small window at the front of the carriage. "Take us to Bailey Avenue."

Eulene raised a brow, but did not ask anything. She was not in the mood to.

After a 30 minutes drive through the crowded city, they finally reached Bailey Avenue. The carriage stopped at the corner of the road.

Xavier made way for Eulene before getting out himself. Xavier paid the coachman before turning to Eulene. "This is one of the most popular spots in the country. Let's take a look around."

Eulene frowned. "We should have just went back to your house."

Xavier gave her a smile. "Would you accompany me for a walk? Please."

Eulene's eyes twitched. Did he just say 'please'? Her mood instantly softened.

She heaved out a sigh. "Let's go."

The smile on Xavier's face widened. They walked side by side and entered the high class road—Bailey Avenue.

Eulene's eyes twinkled. Though Xavier said popular, the pavements and the road were not crowded at all. But those who passed through were fitted with posh garments—made of the most extravagant fur and silk. The men wore classic colours while the ones women wore were too bright for commoner eyes.

But the people were not the main attraction of the place. They were also after the core appeal of the place—the stores. The antique looking building structures looked different from whatever Eulene had seen till now.

The front walls were completely made of transparent glass, displaying the beautiful collection of dresses, furniture, cake in their respective stores.

Eulene's pace increased as she began to check out one store after the other—from the outside of course.

Xavier kept up.

"What do you want first? Dress, or food?" he asked.

"Really?" Eulene turned to him with glittering eyes.

Before Xavier could answer, Eulene entered into the closest store. It happened to be a boutique. Xavier could only follow.

Inside, Eulene was looking through the gorgeous dresses one by one. Though the dress she was wearing was not up to the par of Bailey Avenue standard, none of the saleswomen interrupted her.

They were professionals. One of them closely followed her, in case she had questions.

In a matter of five minutes, she went through the dozens of premium dresses in the store. She went back to the light-blue silverish dress she had already checked.

"This will suit you perfectly, ma'am." The saleswoman said. "Why don't you give this a try?"

Eulene widened her eyes. [I can try this?] Asking this to the saleswoman would make her look like a country bumpkin. Hence, she opted for Xavier.

[Yes. Just ask her where the trial room is] Xavier replied.

Eulene went to try the dress, and after a couple of minutes, she walked out.

The saleswomen opened their eyes in amazement. Xavier's caged heart tried to break out.

He had seen Eulene in better dress before—the silver Phoenix robe. But the Avion dress she wore gave her a different kind of charm.

Normally, a dress beautified the wearer, but in her case, it was the opposite. She made a dress made of silk look like the skin of moon itself.

"How is it?" Eulene swindled left and right, fluttering and showing off the dress as she tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear. Her onyx-like black eyes stared at Xavier.

Xavier was too dazzled to answer right away. But the pain from his struggling heart woke him up soon enough.

"Not bad." He looked away.

The saleswomen giggled. Eulene smiled.

"Want to try anything else?" Xavier composed himself.

Eulene shook her head. [You can create better dresses, right?]

Xavier did not deny. The only reason he brought Eulene here was to give her the shopping experience and fix her mood.

Xavier turned to the reception, where stood a middle aged lady. "You accept gold, right?"

"Of course, young sir!" The lady curtsied. "But I am afraid I can only return Noviks in exchange."

A question suddenly arose in the spectating Eulene's mind. Most of the exchange she had ever witnessed were with Noviks—the official paper currency of Avarynth.

So, why did the ba- Xavier always use the old fashioned coins?