The palace was lavishly decorated with the finest silk embroidery, imported fabrics, and ornate carpets. The light from the chandeliers reflected off the marble floors where hundreds of women were gathered.

In the palace venue for the Crown Princess selection, countless noblewomen, beauties, and ladies of prominent families had assembled. Flattery, coquetry, demureness, sycophancy, and etiquette—their reactions were predictable. Though only those of exceptional beauty were gathered, Pure Vanilla swallowed a yawn as if he had no interest at all.

As Pure Vanilla walked slowly and silently, evaluating the poise of the many women, his steps came to a halt. His heterochromatic eyes—light yellow on the left and light blue on the right—turned straight toward you. He looked as if he were possessed, quite unintentionally.