My Magic Has No Upper Limit

Chapter 297: Chapter 287: I Will Oblige You

"Bev."

Zelir offered her a slight smile as well.

This made Bev’s heart bloom with joy.

The perfect, polite smile she had been maintaining for the social gathering instantly melted away, replaced by a grin of genuine delight.

Just a moment ago, Bev had been thinking she needed to go to the entrance to look for Zelir.

She hadn’t expected Yanni to bring him right to her.

But...

In the next second, Bev’s gaze fell on Yanni’s arm linked with Zelir’s.

Their posture was natural and practiced, as if they were a couple.

’Their actions... are quite intimate.’

A muscle twitched discreetly at the corner of Bev’s eye.

Although Yanni was a good friend of hers.

’But at an occasion like this, any touch from another woman is an "illegal intrusion"!’

So Bev stepped forward with a light gait and gave Yanni a gentle smile.

"Yanni, thank you for bringing Zelir over."

Bev placed her palm on the back of Yanni’s hand.

She very naturally "received" Yanni’s hand, detaching it from the crook of Zelir’s arm.

"Without you, I was afraid he might get lost."

Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Bev smoothly linked her own arm with Zelir’s, completing the changing of the guard for his female companion.

Bev leaned her body slightly against him, closing the distance between them considerably.

"Everyone, allow me to make an introduction."

"This is Zelir, the youngest Junior Mage in Black Stone Town, and also my... very important friend."

The young ladies of the Nobility who had just been chatting with Bev immediately had their attention captured by Zelir.

"Whoa..."

In an instant, all eyes lit up.

That handsome face, that tall and straight posture.

Regardless of his status, even if he were a commoner, these young noble ladies would probably still flock to him to get "acquainted."

And what’s more, Bev just said... he’s a Mage?

At once, their gazes grew even more amorous.

Being stared at like this by so many women, Zelir felt a little embarrassed.

"Ahem..."

He lowered his voice and said to Bev.

"Bev, you didn’t have to introduce me... It’s not like I’ll have anything to do with them later anyway."

"I couldn’t do that."

Bev leaned close to Zelir’s ear as well.

Her beautiful blue eyes twinkled with a fox-like cunning and delight as she breathed warmly.

"What can I say... it’s just so hard to resist showing you off today."

Bev’s gaze swept over Zelir’s face again and again; the more she looked, the more she liked what she saw.

If others weren’t around, Bev wanted to grab Zelir by his necktie, plant a kiss right on his face, and see how he would react.

’Hmph...’

’He was so reluctant when he accepted the invitation.’

’I thought Zelir would just show up in his Magic Robe, but I didn’t expect him to dress up so carefully.’

’So cute.’

Bev gave a sweet smile. "Don’t worry, I’ll keep a close eye on you. No one will be able to snatch you away."

"Lord Zelir!"

A young noble lady in a fluffy pink dress couldn’t hold back any longer.

She pushed her way forward, waving a feathered fan, her eyes sparkling like stars.

"I think I’ve heard of you. The rumor lately is that a very powerful Mage has appeared in Black Stone Town!"

"I heard you’re also a registered Silver Level Adventurer?"

"Heavens, your life must be so exciting! Could you tell us some stories from your adventures?"

"Mr. Zelir, what kind of perfume do you usually like? Or do you prefer your natural scent?"

Faced with this overwhelming enthusiasm from the chattering flock of women, Zelir could only maintain a polite smile and deflect their questions with all-purpose, noncommittal phrases.

"It was alright. It was mostly just luck."

"You flatter me. I was just doing my duty."

"Perfume... I don’t really know much about it, sorry."

Throughout it all, no matter how the young noble ladies tried to entice him with their eyes or pretended to touch him "accidentally," Bev remained firmly planted by Zelir’s side.

The message was crystal clear: she was declaring her ownership.

"Miss Bev!"

Suddenly, another, slightly shrill male voice cut in discordantly from behind them.

"Miss Bev, I’ve been looking all over for you. So this is where you were."

Bev and Zelir turned around together and saw a young man in a dark gray formal suit.

He had a very bulky build, stretching the fabric of his suit so tightly that even the buttons were at risk of popping off.

Yet, the man’s movements tried desperately to appear gentlemanly, creating a rather bizarre impression.

Upon seeing him, Bev’s lovely eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Luke Russell.

’That guy...’

’What is he doing here?’

Generally speaking, it was hard for any man to leave much of an impression on Bev.

But this one was different.

At her coming-of-age ceremony, Luke had ignored her clear rejections and repeatedly tried to ask her to dance.

In the end, she’d been forced to fend him off with the excuse that she "didn’t know how to dance."

He was as persistent as sticky candy, impossible to shake off.

Not to mention the rumors that circulated about him...

Luke was said to get blackout drunk at high-end brothels in the city, get into brawls over women, and lead a generally chaotic private life.

All in all, he was a thoroughly unpleasant fellow.

As for Luke Russell, when he saw Zelir and the way Bev was holding his arm, he froze for a moment.

The expression on his face instantly stiffened.

Immediately, a nameless rage flared up in his mind.

’Who is this punk?!’

’Why is Bev holding his arm?’

"Zelir, a brief introduction. This is Luke Russell, the eldest son of the Russell Clan."

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