My Soul card is a Reaper

After Azzy freshened up and got ready for dinner, Ethan Night took him back to the royal guestroom where Pandora was having a talk with Oakley and another familiar person he was familiar with.

It was none other than Crescent clan's ancestor and the Vice President of WAMO, in a way, his boss.

"Oh, Azrael, you are here." Pandora nodded with a smile.

"It's been a while," Ramiel spoke with a smile before adding, "Just now, Elder Pandora is telling about you. I didn't expect we would be connected this way too."

Azrael greeted both of them with a simple bow in silence, not intending to comment on the matter.

As Ethan reminded her that it's time, she nodded and stood up from the seat. Ramiel and Oakley also followed the suit.

"Come, let's go. Some important guests are waiting for us." Pandora told Azzy to join her and the other two.

On the way, as Pandora and Ramiel are walking side by side, Oakley and Azzy follow behind.

He asked, "Uncle Oakley, what about Aunt? And Avia too. Won't they join us?"

Oakley shook his head with a sigh, "I'm afraid not. She wouldn't be comfortable with one of the guests we are going to meet. Even me too, but Matriarch insisted for me to join as I'm the heir to the Night Clan."

Azzy wondered who they might be. Something clicked in his mind, "Is it her family?"

The Majestic Royal palace of Freyles does have several dining rooms. On the way, he was informed that these guests are from the bride's family. The groom Vesyrn, the clan head Qridus and some other clan heads were having their own guests.

Azzy's heartbeat rose a bit when he realized that he was going to meet his mother. He took deep breaths and tried to keep his cool as he reached the dining room that was reserved for the Crescent family and their guests.

Everyone stood up on their feet as Pandora entered, not just because of her authority but it is also because of her strength and age. After all, she was one of the few candidates to enter the Supreme Realm, after the clan head.

The dining table was huge alright. The table, the chairs, everything is made of some kind of crystal. Considering it's a formal dinner party, the seating arrangement is a bit weird. Everyone was just drinking wine while sitting at the same spot and just conversing with their neighbors.

The southern countries have different customs where there are multiple round tables. And during the pre-dinner when everyone is having wine, they usually have it while standing along with others. But, Oakley was familiar with this too. So, there's no issue. He was only worried about Azzy.

There were a lot of familiar people sitting in the chairs like the head of the Smoke Clan and his granddaughter Izetta Smoke, whom he saw at last year's Champions League. Then, there are two members from the Silver Clan, one of them is the head of the Silver Clan, Azzy knew the old man.

Along with them, there are a few strangers he never met, but his eyes were searching for that one person whom he came for.

However, Izora was nowhere to be seen either. He was a little bit disappointed and walked forward along with the rest.

There was a trace of surprise appeared on Izetta. She whispered to the person who looks like middle-aged. "Grandpa, that boy, he's Azrael, the one I told you about."

"Oh, the one with the platinum grade wolf?" The middle-aged fellow glanced at Azzy who was walking towards them. "mid-rank-5 soul power? Not bad…"

Meanwhile, Pandora and Ramiel nodded to everyone.

"It seems I'm not that late." She then pointed at Oakley and then at Azzy, introducing them to everyone, "Some of you know him. He's Oakley Night, my grandson and this boy is his son."

Azzy bowed to everyone before taking the seat beside Oakley. His other side is currently empty.

For a while, the people talk between themselves, and Azzy just stayed silent while drinking the mango juice that he was served by the waiter.

Izetta wanted to vacate her seat and go to Azzy to talk something as he was the only one in her age group but she wasn't that bold enough to do so in front of several distinguished guests. Moreover, as a 16-year-old heiress of the Smoke clan, she needed to maintain etiquette in front of others. So, she kept seated.

Nearly seven minutes later, the next set of guests arrived. Azzy turned his head and saw it was Kylan who came with another middle-aged fellow.

Although he only met him twice during his four-year stay at Death Clan, Azzy still remembered Kylan for he is his maternal granduncle of him. But, he is in no mood to entertain him as his mother didn't arrive with him either.

Thankfully, his doubt was cleared right away.

As Kylan greeted the others, Ramiel asked him, "Kylan, where is Izora?"

To which, Kylan sighed, "I guess she was too nervous. She wasn't feeling well."

"She's the bride, Clan leader Kylan." Pandora pitched in. She was clearly displeased. "If she won't come, then, why bother to arrange the dinner."

While Kylan apologized to everyone, Azzy felt the gaze from the fellow standing beside the Crescent Clan leader. When his gaze met with the latter, Azzy somehow felt like that guy was curious about him or something.

It was then Kylan introduced the gentleman standing beside him, "everyone, meet Ragron Jerome Eranyl, the King of Rivendell. He's a good friend of mine and accepted my invitation to come, two days before the marriage ceremony."

In an instant, Oakley's face darkened but an old man that Azzy didn't know commented, "Rivendell, huh. That brings back the memories. Cyrus and I used to spar a lot, back in younger days."

Ragron seemed to be stumped, and suddenly turned polite, "Cyrus? That's my great-great-great-great-great grandfather. May I know who you are?"

Kylan introduced him, "this is one of the elders of the Royal clan, Alvares Garcia."

"Careful with him, Azrael. He is a Supreme Realm expert." The Reaper warned Azzy.

Azzy knew that the royal clan of the Freyles country is the Garcia clan but he didn't expect there are Supreme realm experts other than his great grandfather.

"Ah, yes, hello, Venerable Garcia." Ragron greeted him with a bow, treating him as an ancestor, ignoring the fact that his stature is higher. Azzy felt like this guy is a lot different from his arrogant fatty son.

Ragron greeted everyone, including Oakley with a smile and took his seat.

Kylan didn't sit but excused himself by saying that he needs to go and welcome the most important guest of this dinner.

Everyone including Azzy wondered who that might be but little did Azzy expect that a huge surprise is on its way.

In the next 15 minutes, guests with important positions at Freyles country as well as at the Death Clan arrived one after another.

The surprise finally arrived in the form of a young woman, a frail-looking old woman with wrinkles and a girl that looked like a doll.

A few minutes ago, Kylan left the room, and now, he returned by personally escorting them.

As soon as they arrive, Pandora and even Alvares stood up from the seat. Seeing that everyone is standing, Azzy also followed the suit.

"Venerable Moon," everyone bowed collectively.

"Rael?" A trace of surprise appeared on the cute girl and her voice was a bit loud, attracting attention.

"Hmm?"