President In A World of Magic

Luck

"What?" Philip asked with a shocked expression planted on his face. Meanwhile, Thalia kept quiet, but her widened eyes explained her shock enough.

But the ones that were the most startled were the guest, they had always remembered Damon as a kind and meek boy, but now he looked confident and was already cursing in front of the elders.

"What?" Damon raised his left eyebrow, "I was just asking if any of you were having a good time." He continued pretending never to insult them in front of their faces.

'Ahh, it's too late… He is dead,' Wyne thought as he looked at Watts, pretending to be innocent.

"Oh, I must have misheard then…" Philip said before he continued drinking his wine and shook his head. Everyone else did the same, acting as if Damon didn't say what he said to them.

Damon smiled before picking up his fork and eating his steak slowly, knowing that they thought of him as an innocent kid who was too naive to be any worth in a family this prestigious. And therefore, they immediately thought of what they heard clearly as their mistake.

And this wasn't Damon's first attempt; he had already done this to his country and the world. If the world had already thought of someone as good, then it would be stupidly easy for him to convince everyone that the person that they thought was good was unable to do anything bad, and the concept also applied to the opposite; if someone thought of someone to be bad in the first place, then pinning any crime to the person, would be as easy as stealing candy from a baby.

The reflection couldn't believe his eyes. Had everyone gone mad, or were they just plain deaf?

"Damon… what brought you here?" Philip asked, wondering why his brother, who was usually too scared to come out and eat with anyone, would look so comfortable eating here.

"You called me here, didn't you? And the only reason why we are eating here is to cancel the marriage between me and uhh… whoever she is." Damon replied before biting the last piece and wiping the stain off his mouth.

Xandra squinted, looking slightly offended at what Damon said. And what confused her the most was that Damon looked like he was absolutely not interested in her at all. A stark difference from him in the past, who had done everything in his very little power to stop the cancellation of the engagement.

"Her name is Xandra, Damon," Phillip said, noticing a hint of disrespect from his younger brother; he glared at his younger brother as if expecting him to apologize for the rude remark.

The High Mage of Uldor was also expecting an apology for his granddaughter. After all, who was Damon to talk like that?

"Oh, I am sorry." Damon said before turning to Xandra, "I am not that good at remembering unimportant information." He continued.

"I beg your pardon?" Xandra asked before Thalia joined Philip in shooting Damon a threatening glare.

'Stop!' the reflection begged Damon telepathically, only for Damon to ignore him.

"Let's just stop this and get down to business; you want me to come here to sign the agreement, don't you? Here I am; let's do it now." Damon continued before taking out a pen, looking eager to end the relationship once and for all.

Phillip stood up immediately and bowed slightly to both the guest, "I am very sorry. I don't know what has gone to my little brother's head. I truly beg for your forgiveness." Phillip apologized.

"It's fine. We will continue our conversation tomorrow." Asterix said.

Phillip smiled and shook his head, thanking the heavens that he might be able to save the relationship between the great family of Ultron.

"No, let's settle this now. I have very little time to spare." Damon insisted while raising his fatty chin up high.

Philip turned to Damon, he felt as if the control that he had over his little brother had started to disappear, and as he looked at Thalia, it was clear that she was not happy about the situation, looking at Phillip with disappointment.

"Fine." Xandra said before taking out the agreement form and handing it to Damon, 'It's just a bluff….' She thought. Maybe it was just a trick to make her stay; after all, pretending to be a "bad boy" was something that boys were doing currently.

But against her expectation, Damon had taken the agreement form and signed it immediately before handing the paper back. "There you go, Sarah," Damon said as he smiled at Xandra, purposely misnaming her.

Xandra couldn't explain why, but it was slightly painful for him to do that, for a boy who had brought heaven and earth to stop the cancellation of the engagement to suddenly cancel it without batting an eye hurt her.

"Damon!" Phillip pulled Damon and whispered, "What do you think you are doing?" He asked.

"I am only doing what everyone wants," Damon said before pulling his hands away from Phillip's grasp.

"I've had enough of your disrespect for one of the young ladies of the Great Family of Uldron!" The High Mage shouted as he stood up and stared and Damon as if he was about to kill him.

"Oh? And what are you going to do?" Damon asked.

His reflection quickly screamed telepathically, "Are you crazy!! What are you doing!!! He is a high mage, for Goddess's sake! He can kill you without even thinking about it." But just like before, his opinion was not considered even a tiny bit by Watts.

Everyone who was present at the table was also shocked at what they were hearing. Was it their ear playing tricks on them? Or had Damon totally lost it.

"Boy, did you say what I thought you just said?" High Mage Astirix asked.

"Yeah, you heard me right. What, really, could you do to me when I have this?" Damon asked as he raised his finger and showed the ring that was on it.

At this point, Damon was gambling on possibilities; he wasn't sure that what he was going to do was going to work. He was praying that the High Mage would notice the power that was in the ring and decide to fear Damon, this possibility was from the fact that the ring had brought him a new life in a totally new world, and considering the mana that his reflection detected, it was clear that it was some sort of a magical ring.

But there was another possibility, a possibility where the High Mage would disregard the ring and not buy Damon's bluff and kill him there.

"So what about the ring? Do you think a magic ring can save you?" The High Mage asked, unfazed as he looked at the ring.

Damon's heart sank while maintaining a confident look, although his heart was beating hard, 'Have I run out of luck?'