Hunted by Characters I Drew!!

Alexander's intent was straightforward: 'If Apollo causes trouble for me again, I'll end them. Naturally, they'll be the last ones to face rejection.' 

Hyakinthos, while impulsive, wasn't entirely foolish. He understood the underlying threat in Alexander's words. This only stoked his anger further. Gritting his teeth, he glared at Alexander, his eyes burning with fury. 

"Very well… very well," he spat out. "It seems the Apollo Familia has been too low-key lately if even a newcomer dares to defy us." 

In Hyakinthos' mind, Alexander was merely a recent arrival in Orario, not even a month in. How strong could he possibly be? Ais, famed for her speed, had taken a year to rise from Level 1 to Level 2. At best, Alexander could be an early Level 2. That he would dare stand against him, a Level 3, was unforgivable. 

But Hyakinthos' assumption relied on common sense—something Alexander had long proven irrelevant. 

"Fine! Very well!" Hyakinthos sneered, venom in his tone. "Alexander, see you tomorrow. And when the time comes, don't even think of begging me!" 

With that, Hyakinthos turned and stormed off. As he walked away, the crowd's gaze shifted to Alexander, filled with pity and regret. 

"That poor guy… he's in trouble now." 

"It's not just him. His Familia is bound to get dragged into this mess." 

"Let's observe a moment of silence for them," someone muttered sarcastically. 

Those familiar with the Apollo Familia's predatory tactics felt sympathy for Alexander. However, a select few who had been watching the events unfold harbored a different emotion—unease for Apollo. 

Finn: "Wait, was that guy from the Apollo Familia who just provoked Alexander?" 

Riveria: "It appears so…" 

Tione: "What's wrong with them? Are they tired of living?" 

No one understood Alexander's strength better than the Loki Familia. If even they weren't confident of defeating him, what hope did the Apollo Familia have? In their eyes, Apollo should already be preparing coffins. 

"Alexander, are you in trouble?" Ais asked softly, her concern evident. "Do you need help?" 

Alexander chuckled and patted her head gently. 

"Don't worry. It's nothing—just a barking dog. Easy to handle." 

Ais nodded silently, reassured by his confidence. 

At that moment, soft, melodic music filled the hall. Guests began to pair up, gliding across the dance floor in graceful rhythm. Ais looked around before her gaze returned to Alexander. Her cheeks flushed as she stretched out her pale, delicate hand toward him. 

"Do you… want to dance?" she asked shyly. 

Alexander blinked, surprised. Ais, usually reserved and innocent, had invited him to dance. For a moment, he hesitated, but he quickly smiled and took her hand. His dancing skills weren't remarkable, but they were passable. 

As Alexander and Ais moved onto the dance floor, her pretty face grew even redder. Dancing so close to him made her feel uncharacteristically bashful. Yet, as the music carried on, they flowed like butterflies, gliding effortlessly among the other pairs. 

Around them, envious or delighted gazes followed their movements. It was a scene of elegance, beauty, and growing admiration. 

"Wow! They're amazing—look at how well they dance together! I want to dance too!" Tione exclaimed, her excitement spilling over as she glanced at the figure beside her, who, in contrast, seemed completely unfazed. 

"Ugh! Ais-san is dancing with Alexander! I wanted to dance with Ais-san!" Lefiya whined, her eyes locked on the pair on the dance floor. Her expression was filled with a mix of envy, jealousy, and frustration as she watched them move gracefully. 

Meanwhile, across the room, Freya observed the scene in silence. Though her face maintained its usual elegant smile, her trembling hands betrayed her growing unease. 

"Ottar," she said quietly, her voice laced with tension, "can you go over there and… separate them?" 

"This… might not be the best idea, Freya-sama," Ottar replied cautiously, sensing the underlying danger in her request. 

At the same time, Loki and Hestia, who had been bickering moments ago, paused their argument. Hestia, her eyes scanning the room, eagerly searched for Alexander. 

"The music's started! Alexander, let's dance—wait, what?" Hestia's excitement turned to shock as her gaze landed on the center of the dance floor. There, she saw Alexander and Ais dancing together. Her expression shifted into one of absolute disbelief as her twin ponytails seemed to rise in agitation, defying gravity. 

"Alexander! Why are you dancing with that little girl?! What did I miss?!" she shouted, her voice filled with indignation. 

Loki, standing nearby, also stared at the scene with wide eyes. She couldn't believe what she was seeing—Ais, her precious Ais, dancing so closely with Alexander. 

For a moment, Loki felt a pang of despair deep within her chest, as though her prized cabbage was being stolen right before her eyes. 

"Ah! My Ais-tan… it's over! Ais-tan has been completely swept away by Alexander! My almost-harem—down by one! Ugh!" Loki groaned dramatically, clutching at her heart in exaggerated agony.