Mystical Fantasy : The Lazy Real Young Master [EN]

The final car came to a halt.

Several bodyguards in sleek black suits stepped out first, their expressions blank—like elite machines with the aura of trained killers.

Then, from the left side of the car, a man and woman exited—both dressed in ultra-elegant outfits, like they had just stepped off a movie set.

The woman wore a black-silver gown, glass heels, and a sky-blue sapphire necklace.

The man beside her wore a three-piece platinum-detailed suit and a wristwatch worth a private island.

Gasps filled the air.

"Is that... Miss Aiza?"

"I thought she was a teenager?"

"She looks like she's in her thirties... but wow, the charisma..."

Before the murmurs faded, the man turned around—then gently opened the main car door.

And in that moment, time itself seemed to freeze.

A girl stepped out.

A teenage girl, no older than seventeen.

Yet with every step, the atmosphere changed. Even the air felt different.

She wore a modern minimalist gown in shimmering white-gold, perfectly hugging her curvy figure. Her slim waist and sculpted hips formed a flawless hourglass silhouette.

No excessive ornaments, yet she radiated grace, maturity, and commanding elegance.

Her long wavy hair flowed naturally. Her eyes were sharp yet soft—like a goddess who could either protect the world or destroy it in an instant.

Silence.

Mouths hung open. Eyes widened.

Even the background music stopped.

"Oh my god..."

"That's... her?"

"Am I still in the human world?"

Not a single soul dared to speak above a whisper.

One guest even dropped their glass without noticing.

Aurielle, once brimming with confidence... fell silent.

As the youngest business queen of Indorosia, she knew she was both beautiful and brilliant. But this girl...

'I've lost...

...And she's only seventeen?'

The head of the Tamarvich family stepped forward to greet her, extending his hand.

But the bodyguard behind Aiza subtly signaled him.

He immediately understood and bowed instead, respectfully offering a path into the main hall.

Aiza Hiruzen—Miss Aiza—stepped forward.

As she walked in, her gaze subtly swept the room—

Until her eyes paused on one spot.

The table where Al sat.

Her expression shifted—barely noticeable.

Then, a soft smile appeared.

Not exaggerated. Not awkward. But just enough to shake the room.

"Did she just smile?"

"At who?"

"Was that for Aurielle? Maybe it's some kind of business signal?"

"Or... maybe David? They're about the same age... they'd make the perfect power couple!"

David, hearing the whispers, smiled proudly.

Rudi? Rudi nearly fainted.

His face turned red, mouth wide open, eyes glazed. His breath caught.

Even if I die right now... I'd be happy, he thought dramatically.

Meanwhile, Al glanced at Rudi's slack-jawed face—then casually shoved a piece of cake into his mouth.

"BRFGSF... PUWEHH, Ughk..."

Rudi choked and coughed from the surprise attack, then turned toward Al in rage.

"You little—"

He almost lashed out—but stopped himself.

From a distance... Miss Aiza chuckled softly.

Not a full laugh—just a gentle breath and amused smile.

But it was enough to cause panic among the staff nearby.

"Did... did Miss Aiza just laugh?"

She arrived at the VIP table prepared for her.

Mr. Lefon bowed and gestured for her to sit.

And so, the banquet officially began.

But ever since her arrival, one thing had become clear—

The spotlight had shifted.

From Aurielle...

From the Tamarvich family...

From the heirs of prestige...

To one girl.

Aiza Hiruzen.

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After Miss Aiza's earthshaking entrance, the VIP guests were gradually guided to the central table—a massive round setup adorned with spring blossoms from the Eastern Alps, soft lights, and crystalware.

The most important figures took their seats: top conglomerates, family heads, and key political figures.

Naturally, Aurielle sat among them—with Al trailing behind her.

David, still seated with Rudi, stood up, eager to join the main table.

"Sis, maybe I should go instead? I'm a family member, after all... Al's just—"

But Aurielle quickly turned.

"No. Everyone here already knows he's my assistant for tonight.

If you follow me now and stand behind me?

Your identity as a young master will be questioned."

David understood—but his expression darkened.

That orphan's luck... is ridiculous! he thought bitterly.

Especially when it involved Miss Aiza—the very girl he'd been obsessed with.

The one who dared to reject him.

The one who didn't even glance at him at the mall last time.

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At the main table.

Aurielle sat beside Miss Aiza, as per social ranking and business importance.

Al stood behind her chair, like a proper assistant.

Miss Aiza's two personal aides—who had stood behind her the whole time—exchanged glances, clearly uneasy.

Their eyes kept drifting to Al.

Young. Handsome. But awkward.

Suddenly, Miss Aiza shifted slightly in her seat. Then, in perfect Indorosian, she spoke:

"Excuse me, but... would it be possible to provide seats for all assistants and attendants?"

Her voice was gentle, but firm.

The room paused for a moment.

Assistants? Sitting with high-ranking figures?

That wasn't standard protocol.

But this was Miss Aiza.

No one dared to object.

The head steward quickly arranged chairs for the aides and assistants.

Al ended up seated—right behind Aurielle, and slightly closer to Miss Aiza.

Whispers rippled across the room.

"She even cares about those below her..."

"She's not just beautiful—she has character and humility..."

"I thought she'd be arrogant like the others at the top..."

The discussion turned to business.

Miss Aiza only spoke when necessary—discussing strategic projects, market trends, global investment opportunities, and financial tech of the future.

Yet no one could take their eyes off the main table.

Or off her.

Amid the polite conversation, Mr. Lefon Tamarvich chuckled to lighten the mood.

"Tonight is truly a blessing. At this table, we have the goddesses of the business world!

Miss Aiza from Alasia Group, and of course... Miss Aurielle Virellano from Virellano Group.

Two young women shaking up the global scene!"

Aurielle smiled confidently and raised her glass.

"Ah, a bit much—but I'll take it," she replied lightly.

Meanwhile, Miss Aiza remained composed.

Her face didn't change much... except for one thing:

From time to time, she glanced at Al.

Aurielle noticed.

Her sharp eyes narrowed toward Aiza—then to Al.

Suspicion bloomed.

"Miss Aiza," she asked carefully,

"Is my assistant bothering you? If so, I can have him step away."

She was about to turn and dismiss Al when—

Miss Aiza's hand suddenly caught her wrist.

Firm. Unyielding.

The smile disappeared. Her gaze turned sharp.

"That's not necessary," she said flatly.

"He's... not a bother."

That simple gesture stunned everyone.

The atmosphere shifted. Silence fell.

Miss Aiza then calmly continued:

"I just happen to know him.

He's one of the scholarship recipients from our foundation.

I thought he was still a regular student... didn't expect he's now working as your assistant, Miss Aurielle.

That's... impressive."

A formal answer.

No one could sense anything beyond her composed tone.

The conversation resumed—professional and elegant.

But Miss Aiza's visit was brief.

She stayed for just thirty minutes.

Before leaving, she presented several high-level collaboration proposals to the Tamarvich family and other elite entrepreneurs.

Everyone was impressed.

In such a short time, Miss Aiza had made a bigger impact than the entire three-hour banquet.

Before departing, she stood and offered a few polite parting words:

"Miss Aurielle, thank you for your time.

And to you as well..." —her eyes fell on Al—

"Best of luck in the future."

She smiled.

And for the first time...

Her cheeks flushed pink.

Not just the female guests—but even the elite men were stunned.

"Since when... did Miss Aiza look that cute?"

Her entourage exited.

She stepped into her car.

All eyes followed her until the car disappeared from view.

Moments later...

The banquet officially ended.

But the topic on everyone's lips remained the same:

Miss Aiza.

And with that...

The Tamarvich Family's prestigious banquet came to a close—with hearts full of awe.

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