Evolution begins with an ant colony-Chapter 308: Love In The Air

Oliver grinned, his playful demeanor never faltering. "Of course, of course. But a little romance never hurt anyone, my friend. Who knows? Perhaps today will be the day you finally find your own love story in all this chaos."

Gideon chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Oh, I highly doubt that. But I appreciate the sentiment, Oliver."

Lost in conversation, Gideon was taken by surprise when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he was met with the sight of a Veloran woman, her cheeks flushed with nervousness.

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The Veloran woman who approached Gideon was striking, resembling a wolf-woman with her long silver tail swaying behind her and piercing blue eyes. Her sharp teeth peeked out from her lips, and her pointed wolf ears twitched as she spoke. Though her lower body resembled that of a wolf, her upper body was more human-like, with a human face displaying a mix of seriousness and gentleness.

She wore a practical yet elegant outfit suitable for her icy homeland. Her attire included a fur-lined cloak made from Arctic wolf pelts, draped over a sturdy tunic woven from snow sheep wool. She wore leather leggings with wool trim and sturdy boots, all with complex rune designs.

A silver chain hung around her neck, with a pendant crafted in the shape of a dagger, glinting softly in the festival lamps. Despite her unconventional appearance, she carried herself with confidence, her attire complementing her natural grace.

Oliver then said, "Looks like you’ve got an admirer, Gideon," Oliver teased, nudging him playfully. "Who’s this lucky lady?"

"Sir Gideon," she began, her voice soft and trembling with admiration. "M-my name is Vinnala, I... I just wanted to say... I admired how you handled things when the dragon appeared back in my settlement and caused chaos."

Gideon’s expression softened at her words, a mixture of surprise and gratitude crossing his face. Before he could respond, the woman nervously extended a necklace towards him, the pendant designed with a small carving of a dagger, similar to the one she had on.

"Here," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I made this for you. I hope you like it."

Feeling slightly awkward under the unexpected attention, Gideon accepted the necklace with a gracious nod. "Thank you," he replied sincerely, his voice tinged with humility.

With a shy smile, the woman quickly retreated into the crowd, leaving Gideon and Oliver alone once more. Oliver, ever observant, looped an arm around Gideon’s shoulder and leaned in to examine the necklace.

"What do we have here?" he teased, a playful glint in his eye. "A token of love, perhaps?"

Gideon chuckled softly, his gaze following the retreating figure of the Veloran woman. "Just someone who appreciated my efforts during the dragon princess’s attack," he explained, a hint of humility in his tone.

Oliver grinned mischievously, nudging Gideon again. "Ah, the hero of the hour," he remarked, his tone laced with playful sarcasm. "No wonder she couldn’t resist giving you a token of her admiration."

Gideon rolled his eyes good-naturedly, but couldn’t suppress a small smile at Oliver’s antics. "I think she was just grateful for my help," he replied, his voice tinged with sincerity.

Oliver flashed him a knowing grin before turning his attention back to the necklace. "Ah, my friend it saddens me to see you don’t understand the hearts of women as I do. Well, whatever her intentions, it’s a lovely gift," he commented, his tone more serious now as he examined the intricately carved pendant.

Oliver’s playful tone floated through the bustling festival air, "Well, if this is how it’s going, perhaps I should also venture forth and find myself a special someone. A little romance wouldn’t hurt, eh?"

Gideon’s expression shifted, his voice tinged with awkwardness, "That sounds a bit desperate, doesn’t it?"

Oliver shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye, "I don’t see a problem with that. Adventure awaits, my friend!"

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Back with Akun and Azra, Kaldarix and Mellin watched their father closely, uncertainty etched on their faces, eager to see his reaction.

Akun’s inner frustration bubbled up as he sighed inwardly, "Not another one. I left the others precisely to avoid dealing with this right now." With that, he rose from his seat, addressing Azra, "Look, let’s talk later. I’m in the middle of something at the moment."

Turning away, Akun signaled for Mellin and Kaldarix to follow him, indicating their departure. As they moved to leave, Mellin and Kaldarix exchanged astonished glances, shocked by their father’s abrupt dismissal of Azra.

"Alright, father," Kaldarix said, rising from his seat, Mellin following suit.

Azara watched, her expression shifting from shock to seriousness. She couldn’t let this opportunity slip away again. "Is it just going to be like this?" she wondered silently. "It’s been so long since I last saw him. Am I just going to let him go again and do nothing?"

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Summoning her courage, Azara reached out and grabbed Akun’s left wrist. "Wait," she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion. "There’s something important I want to tell you."

Akun felt a pang of awkwardness at her sudden gesture. "And what is that?" he asked, his tone guarded.

Blushing furiously, Azara stammered, "Since the first day I met you... I... I... I’ve."

Before she could finish her confession, Akun swiftly covered her mouth with his hand. His cheeks flushed slightly as he spoke. "I know how you feel, okay? That’s why I said we should talk later."

Caught off guard by the sudden close proximity, Azara could only nod in response, her mouth still covered by Akun’s hand. With a final glance, Akun pulled away, his cheeks still tinged with embarrassment. "Kaldarix, Mellin, let’s go," he said, eager to leave the awkward encounter behind.

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With a surge of his aspect power, Akun effortlessly lifted himself, Kaldarix, and Mellin off the ground. They floated above the bustling festival crowd, heading towards the secluded area where they would train their dragon aura. Kaldarix and Mellin exchanged astonished glances, their expressions a mix of awe and excitement as they soared through the air alongside their father.