Unholy Player Chapter 489 A Confrontation Between Strong Women

Vesha spoke with the effortless tone of someone who maintained a vast network of rumors among the commoners. "That is Thalira Luna, the child of the Lunari sovereign, Silverlight Zephan."

"The daughter of a ruler?" Niva murmured. Initially, the prestige of the title felt heavy and daunting. However, she quickly reminded herself that she was now the sister of a ruler. Suddenly, the weight of those words seemed to diminish, feeling almost insignificant in comparison.

Like everyone else in the vicinity, they continued to observe Thalira’s natural elegance and the graceful, effortless way she moved.

Before long, Thalira sensed their attention. Turning her head, she disregarded the crowd and locked eyes directly with Niva, offering a steady and calculating stare.

"Oh, she is looking this way," Niva whispered, her heart fluttering with a nervous beat as she quickly averted her eyes.

Back on Earth, staring at a stranger was considered impolite, but being caught in the act was far more embarrassing. The realization caused a faint flush of heat to creep into her cheeks.

"And now she is heading toward us," Marielle noted with a soft chuckle, her eyes never wavering. Unlike her daughter, she showed no signs of bashfulness, appearing more entertained by the situation than anything else.

The group grew silent, watching the approach of the Lunari princess.

Her gait was measured and calm. As she drew nearer, the ambient noise of the bustling market seemed to drift away, as if the very space around them was shrinking.

That illusion of silence was shattered the moment her voice reached them.

"You might be locals here, am I correct?" Thalira inquired upon reaching them. Her voice was nonchalant and her expression remained nearly blank—composed, yet emotionally distant.

She scanned Marielle, Niva, and Vivienne.

While she could easily discern they weren't Velari, she failed to recognize that they were far more than mere tourists. She remained unaware that she was standing before some of the most influential figures in the city.

Stepping forward to act as a spokesperson and close the language gap, Vesha intervened. "I greet Lady Luna." She bowed her head first, showing the Cultivation practitioner the level of deference she was owed.

She then continued in a polite manner. "Lady Luna, these ladies are also visitors. If there is a particular matter you require assistance with, I would be happy to help."

Despite facing a powerful Practitioner, Vesha kept her composure. Her voice remained steady and clear, showing no signs of the intimidation she might have felt in the past.

In earlier times, an encounter with someone of Thalira’s stature would have left her trembling.

But now, as an associate of a ruler rather than just any Practitioner, she possessed the self-assurance to remain poised.

"And you are?" Thalira asked, lifting an eyebrow at the petite girl. The slight tilt of her head added a layer of condescension to her query.

Vesha did not falter. Even as sharp silver eyes scrutinized her, she remained unshaken. "I am Vesha Draven of the Velari Kingdom. I am quite familiar with this region. Perhaps I can be of service to Lady Luna."

By offering her aid immediately, she hoped to diffuse any potential friction.

Vesha was well-aware of Thalira’s reputation and how a single lapse in etiquette could turn a casual greeting into a disaster.

Adyr had previously assigned Vesha the task of scouting the backgrounds of every young generation Practitioner expected to enter the Legacy Domain.

Through that intelligence gathering, she had learned exactly what the world thought of Thalira Luna.

Thalira was not merely gifted and formidable.

She possessed the typical arrogance of a princess, a trait that perfectly matched her noble lineage. she navigated the world as if everything in it was hers by right.

If handled poorly, such a person could easily spoil the day for Marielle and the others.

Vesha was determined to prevent that, particularly since Adyr was not there to protect them at the moment.

Thalira remained quiet for a beat.

Her eyes traveled from the top of Vesha’s head down to her feet, noting her modest attire and steady stance. She then turned her cool, haughty gaze back to Niva and the rest, as if assessing their value on a mental scale.

The tension became palpable.

Under the focused intent of a Rank 3 Practitioner, the atmosphere grew heavy. A suffocating pressure settled over them, making their chests tighten and their breathing shallow.

"I am looking for the residence where distinguished guests are typically received," Thalira eventually stated.

It was obvious she was searching for her father, but having arrived in this unfamiliar Human city alone, she was lost.

She wasn't looking for a fight; she was actually trying to remain disciplined and civil.

Nevertheless, her naturally cold demeanor—born from always being at the peak of the social hierarchy—made her words sound like a threat to the mortals before her. The pressure left them strained and gasping for air. Vesha braced herself against the invisible weight.

She parted her lips to respond. "I..." But before she could speak, a different voice sliced through the tension.

"That isn't a very polite way to ask for help, wouldn't you agree?"

The entire group, Thalira included, turned toward the newcomer.

A young woman approached them, her beauty every bit as dazzling as the princess's. Her hair, the color of midnight purple, shimmered with every stride.

As the stranger drew near, Thalira’s neutral mask cracked into a slight scowl.

The newcomer didn't just look powerful; her aura and gait radiated a quiet mastery, signaling that she, too, was a Practitioner.

What truly unnerved Thalira was that the woman had managed to get so close without being detected, a fact that sparked a flash of annoyance in her silver eyes.

"Creeping up on people isn't exactly a display of kindness either," Thalira countered, silver sparks dancing in her pupils.

She waited for a rebuttal from the woman in front of her, but the answer came from directly behind her.

"In that case, please excuse my lack of manners."

The voice was so close she could feel the warmth of a breath on her neck. Thalira spun around instantly to find a man with vivid red eyes and a blonde ponytail. He wore a smirk that was both bold and slightly predatory, making his gaze feel intensely intrusive. How? Instinctively, Thalira recoiled, raising her guard as she struggled to comprehend how he had bypassed her senses so completely.

Selina watched the princess's shock with visible amusement. A smirk played on her lips before she turned her back on Thalira, walking toward Marielle’s group and treating the Lunari royalty as if she were invisible. "Apologies, I've only just returned to the city from a task. How has your afternoon been?"

She spoke as if she and Victor hadn't been lurking in the shadows for hours, keeping a watchful eye on them. They had only revealed themselves once Thalira’s presence became a genuine threat.

Marielle and Niva were guests of such importance that Henry would never have allowed them into the Beyond without exhaustive security. Victor and Selina were merely one layer of protection; nearby rooftops were occupied by marksmen with long-range rifles and gold-sand ammunition, while a small battalion remained on standby.

Provided the adversary wasn't a Rank 4, they were certain they could neutralize any hazard before it could manifest.