“It’s Silvus Grandus, look at that hair and those eyes,” one of them spoke out as they noticed the silver hair and amber eyes.
“And are those his grandchildren?” They noticed the twins who were walking behind Silvus.
The cameras started flashing, taking pictures of Silvus and his family.
This was the first event Silvus had attended and none of them were going to miss out on reporting this news to the rest of the world.
“We greet the Seat Holder,” the servants at the entrance of the gala greeted Silvus.
“Please let us guide you all to your accommodations,” one of them stepped out and Silvus nodded.
His family walked inside the entrance where only invited people were allowed.
Though somewhat obstructed, she could still see the majestic castle of Mzelm Island.
After Silvus entered, the next to arrive was the Martell Family. Accompanying the patriarch was his son Tyrone Martell, the Vice President of the Student Council.
As he was the heir, he walked beside his father with the rest of the family trailing behind them.
Tyrone looked around, noticing the night sky and the decorations adorning the entrance, crafted by various mages. However, nothing surpassed the sight of the glowing white castle in the distance.
The auction would start in the evening and end at 10, when the night party would begin. The first day of the auction only featured S rank artifacts, so it was not too heated.
After the Martells, the Watson Family from Fashia, one of the elite families, arrived. If one needed to place a family in fifth place among the elite families, it would be the Watson Family.
The fourth position was taken by the Rothschild Family, and the rest of the rankings were considered meaningless, as nobody could truly rank the elite families.
“Another Seat Holder,” they commented as they saw an old man with grey hair and orange eyes enter.
The imposing aura of the elite families, and their personal guards, made it difficult for reporters to get too close.
One by one, a few other invited families that were famous in the world also entered through the entrance. All were guided to their accommodations.
The next elite family to enter was the Demarcus Family, with the Demarcus Head taking the lead.
‘Venessa would have liked this,’ the Lady of the Demarcus Family thought as she admired the beautifully decorated gala.
She didn’t blame Venessa, even though she was an illegitimate child. The relationship between her and the Demarcus Head had deteriorated, but they still behaved like a normal couple in public.
Following them was the Neville Family. Gavin entered with his father, their striking green hair immediately revealing their identities.
“You’re capturing their photos correctly, right?” one of the reporters asked the cameraman.
Some families were bringing their heirs or other children to the gala for the first time, but most reporters were waiting for one particular family.
The Greville Family, more accurately the children of Ivar Greville. While it wasn’t confirmed whether they would attend, much of the world was eager to see the offspring of Ivar Greville, also known as the Hero of Soran.
This curiosity wasn’t limited to reporters; many among the elite families were keen to see the children of the prodigy from the previous generation.
“Who has entered till now?” Cristina asked a servant.
After two hours, many families had arrived.
“Apart from Greville, Hargrave…” the servant began listing the names.
“All of them will arrive within an hour, so get things ready,” Cristina instructed as the maids finished her makeup.
“You look beautiful, Lady Levoure,” one of her personal maids complimented.
“Stop flattering me. Ask Carson to get ready to open the gala with me,” she instructed, rising from her seat.
At this point, at the entrance, the Greville Family had arrived. Every person paused as they felt the imposing aura of Natheniel Von Greville who stood in front with Arthur beside him.
Damian was with Amelia, while Lucas and Livia partnered up with each other.
“Are they the twins?” Some started whispering.
However, the imposing aura momentarily made a few of them forget to take a picture.
“Why are they looking at us like that?” Livia whispered to Lucas.
“Ignore them,” Lucas advised, gripping Livia’s hand tightly. He had taken Arthur’s advice not to let any comments affect them, as people might try to manipulate them. Lucas was prepared to face any challenges, but he wanted to protect his sister from such things.
“Asher Greville isn’t with them. Is he not coming?” someone murmured in confusion. They couldn’t understand why the heir of the family hadn’t come.
Amelia, accompanying Damian, simply kept her gaze forward, used to such situations.
Following the Grevilles were Helena and Alfred. It was the first time both had attended together. Normally only Alfred attended, but this time even Helena Raven had come to the gala.
From Silvus to Helena, many people who usually didn’t attend were present. This made those in attendance excited to see how the gala would unfold.
After the Raven Family, the chairman of the World Association made his entrance, accompanied by his two companions. Leonard was just behind them with the daughter of one of the vice-chairmen of the World Association as his partner.
Unlike with previous arrivals, the reporters relaxed as the World Association was seen as the face of the common people. Thus, all were very excited to see the entrance of the people leading the World Association.
All the other families arrived one after another: the Whitehearts, the Rothschilds, the Williams, and the three families of Halcyon, which included the Royal Family, the Allister Family, and the Everett Family. Only the Hargraves were left.
“Why haven’t the Hargraves arrived yet?” Some people were confused with only half an hour left before the gala would open.
But their expressions quickly changed when the Hargrave Family arrived. The Seat Holder and the family head of the Hargraves came in with a single lady between them.
Many were confused, not recognizing the woman. But when someone identified her, everyone soon understood the identity of this lady being escorted by both the Seat Holder and the family head of the Hargrave Family.
It was Casie Hargrave herself, the most loved daughter of the SSS Rank Hunter, Xarax Hargrave. The one person who hadn’t attended any social events for more than a decade.
Speculation began to buzz around her arrival. “Is it because of the Grevilles?” some murmured, but no one knew for sure why Casie had chosen to attend the gala this time.
“Wasn’t she the one that was engaged to Ivar Greville?” one whispered, but no one dared speak any further on the matter.
Casie carried herself with confidence, as if she was used to the social atmosphere surrounding her.
Even Jayden, following behind, was surprised by her confident demeanor.
No one knew what was going to happen. This uncertainty was the reason the Hargrave Family Head wanted to avoid hosting the gala.
“Don’t worry, nobody would dare look down on my daughter,” Xarax Hargrave reassured, as Casie smiled in response.
There was a reason why Casie had the most say in the Hargrave Family after the Family Head himself – she had the full support of Xarax Hargrave, the SSS Rank Hunter, and the Seat Holder that represented the Hargrave Family in the High Council.
After 21 minutes, all the servants called the representatives of all the invited families to the White Castle.
There were a total of 40 invited families, and Cristina Levoure was standing with Carson Levoure before the entrance of the White Castle, whose huge gates would mark the start of the Kalvas Gala.
Arthur, who had come with the Greville Family, put his hand on the glass ball as they poured their mana in.
“For the honor of hosting the Gala, the theme for this Gala is the Eternal Night,” Cristina announced with a broad smile.
As mana was poured in by the 40 representatives, a massive white bird made of mana appeared and traveled across the Mzelm Flying Island.
The dark night theme was lit up as the bird shattered and turned into numerous stars, and some of the blobs of light cast the illusion of a full moon appearing in the sky.
“So beautiful,” Amelia commented, looking at the sky with Livia sitting beside her.
This was the first time such things were done, and Cristina wanted to be the first one to do it.
“As expected of Levoure,” Filia Rothschild acknowledged as she gazed at the sky.
“This Gala is different from the others,” Elena observed with a smile, noticing the effort put in by the Levoure Family.
“They are the best at creating beautiful things,” Filia agreed, glancing at her daughter.
Meanwhile, at the World Academy,
“So, do you want to go to the Gala with me?” Asher offered Alyssa, who was confused by his invitation.
“Why?” Alyssa asked, although she didn’t outright reject him.
“I will tell you the reason when we arrive there,” Asher responded.
“Don’t worry, you will wear an artifact that changes your hair color and eyes,” Asher assured her.
But the Kalvas Gala was one place where Alyssa was unsure if she could handle herself. After all, the killers of her mother and her family were the ones enjoying the Gala to the fullest.
‘Should I just accept his request?’ Alyssa pondered.
After all, she had received a lot from Asher.