Reincarnated Lord: I can upgrade everything!

Chapter 308 Another From Earth

Chapter 308  Another From Earth

Taking large and purposeful strides, Asher made his way over, but the moment he reached her, all his momentum vanished.

Asher stood still, gazing at her face.

His elder sister.

How come he never appreciated this before? And how had he come to love her even when they hadn't even exchanged a word for over a year?

"Your hair is white… and short. Don't you enjoy combing your long hair anymore?" Mary asked, her lips pressed together.

"No one has ever combed it ever since you stopped," Asher replied, his voice slightly hoarse.

The other two weren't in his eyes. The only being reflecting in his beautiful eyes was Mary.

Her face, to be exact.

Mary pouted. "You must have cut it because you became a training maniac once again. Too busy to care for it huh? You were never used to other maids after all."

Asher placed his right hand on her shoulder. "Naive. It's more than that… but I'd appreciate it if you'll comb it once… if you decide to return home with me."

Mary chuckled. There was this attractive boldness radiating off her that Yuna and Lucas never knew she had.

Was this the real Mary?

"You've also grown tall…" Mary mused, wrapping her arm around Asher's right arm. "…And quite muscular."

Suddenly, her attention shifted.

"Sirius! What happened to your eyes?!" Mary pulled away from Asher and held Sirius' face in her hands.

Yuna was astounded.

Yes, Mary was Asher's relative, but pet beasts were a different matter. Being close to the master didn't mean the rule applied to the pet beast.

These beasts had a mind of their own.

Seeing her best friend, a girl shy to talk while staring into the eyes of those she spoke to, holding the face of a beast that had defeated a wyvern, a relative to a dragon, floored Yuna.

Unfortunately, this wasn't her concern anymore. Asher had turned his focus to her and Lucas and his gaze wasn't as soft as it had been for Mary.

"Red hair. You must be a member of the prestigious Mormonts." His voice carried a refined authority. "As I was introduced earlier, I am Asher Ashbourne."

For a moment, Yuna was struck dumb. Asher's looks, demeanour and refined aura coupled with her knowledge about his strength elevated him even further in her heart.

"Yuna. Yuna Mormont," she finally said.

Asher bowed slightly, held her hand and brushed his lips against her knuckles before ushering a smile.

Yuna felt it instantly.

A spark, an electric jolt ran through her body the moment Asher's lips touched her knuckles.

That wet touch sent signals into her brain.

Asher took half a step back before turning to Lucas, who had already extended his hand.

"Lucas Adamos. A pleasure to meet you, Lord Asher Ashbourne."

Asher shook his hand. "Likewise."

"Oh, before I forget—this is Nero, my Bodyguard."

Asher gestured toward Nero who was shocked to receive the looks of all three outstanding figures.

"He looks young," Mary remarked.

"He's twelve," Asher said flatly.

"What?!"

Everyone's eyes widened. Was this some sort of joke?!

From his appearance, Asher didn't seem more than a year older than Nero but upon hearing his actual age, the three were floored.

"Find him a partner," Asher said, winking at Yuna.

The rate of her heart shot through the roof and names popped up in her head at that instant. She was already matchmaking at an insane speed.

"I'm your BloodBlade, I should always be by your side!" Nero protested.

A servant approached, offering a glass of almond-colored wine. Asher picked up one and then glanced at Nero.

"Today, you're just a bodyguard. Have fun."

After a moment of consideration, Asher added. "Just a dancing partner."

His eyes were stern.

Mary chuckled, while Yuna swiftly called a good-looking woman who led Nero away.

Just then, a buff man with short red hair and a neatly trimmed beard walked up to them. His authoritative aura made him almost as intimidating as Ohad Mormont himself. Yet, when he finally stood before Asher, it seemed like the ferocious waves of the sea had crashed against a mountain.

"Would you not introduce me?" he asked, nudging his sister playfully.

Yuna inclined her head. "Forgive my insolence, Lord Asher but this is my brother, Korah Mormont. My father's firstborn."

Korah bowed slightly in greeting.

Asher returned the gesture. "An honour to meet one of Mormont's finest knights."

They then clasped hands in a firm shake.

At the high table that was reserved only for House Mormont—the table of the organisers of this ball—a man with long red hair lounged at the leftmost seat of the 10-meter-long table with one leg crossed over the other. His sharp gaze lingered on Asher and Korah, a cold gleam flickering within his eyes.

Beside him was a beautiful woman, the second concubine to Ohad Mormont and mother to this young man.

"Kohath, go introduce yourself to your future brother-in-law."

Jessica spoke softly.

"Tsk! He parades himself with such authority," Kohath scoffed. "I'm 44, and he's just 23, if I remember correctly. Isn't he supposed to be the one doing the greeting?"

Jessica's eyes hardened. "You both are counts and if you want his backing, do as I say. Once you have his favor, the girl will naturally be yours."

Kohath glanced at his mother and exhaled sharply but obeyed. Rising to his feet, he descended from their lofty position into the crowded hall, navigating his way toward Asher.

As Kohath approached, Asher noticed a shift in Mary's demeanour and traced her gaze to the man approaching him.

His eyes narrowed.

"A pleasurable afternoon, Lord Asher—"

"Here, I've spent too much time. I must greet the Duke." Asher handed his wine to Lucas, took his sister's arm, and walked right past Kohath without so much as a glance.

"!!" Kohath's eyes widened to the extreme.

Korah barely spared him a glance as he walked away while Yuna and Lucas also went after Asher, leaving him stranded in an empty, awkward spot.

To make matters worse, he could hear whispers rippling through the hall.

After all, what were nobles without gossip?

'Asher Ashbourne…!'

Veins popped up on Kohath's forehead, his eyes darkening with a faint crimson hue. Seething, he turned his gaze toward Asher—only to see him chatting with his father.

Boom!

The door opened once again and a gorgeous woman clad in a sleek black one-piece sleeveless gown with a slit running up her thigh walked in.

"Lords and Ladies, Countess Nephis Nyx of the Intis kingdom!"

Asher turned.

"!"

His eyes widened.

That woman, why did she look exactly like Lia from Earth?!